EscapingA Poem by Satish VermaYou walked with me when it was pitch-dark.
You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark. How do I find you in light? * These were the last roses, for you. Henceforth no water will flow from the eyes. * Only your face will swim on the nippy moon; burning skylark. © 2016 Satish Verma |
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