Strange Pictures

Strange Pictures

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Strange Pictures

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Don't read;
feel the words. They weep
in full moon.

The hills were
moving. Trees wouldn't
wear the dresses.

I was not ready
for autumn. Can you come
back after the death
of hope?

The stalkers
stand in queue
to harness the dark energy.

The frills were
beautiful. Face was missing.

© 2023 Satish Verma


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Added on August 11, 2023
Last Updated on August 11, 2023
Tags: Life