Strange Encounters

Strange Encounters

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Strange Encounters

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Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.

Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.

The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.

© 2023 Satish Verma


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Added on July 7, 2023
Last Updated on July 7, 2023
Tags: Life