Midnight BluesA Poem by Satish VermaLike godfather, moon was giving a
Like godfather,
moon was giving a benevolent smile. Picking at bedclothes. Cannot sleep- moon was too bright. Stony creek. I collect the pebbles- of all colors. The peacocks- cried in rising crescendo. Night was silent. © 2019 Satish Verma |
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