BioluminescenceA Poem by Satish VermaLike a lingering doubt, the moon stood on the maple tree
Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree― for a relationship. For my sake don't take a downside, my liberalism will suffer. Killed in your own house by lightning, have you ever heard of self-immolation? Let's make it simple. Take it from the giver, what he never had― and don't ask the price. Your eyes again befell a giant. How would you live without the fireflies? © 2019 Satish Verma |
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