January Cool Poem by Satish Verma

January Cool

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Like corona a name
sits on your lips and the
moon starts dancing with you.

You stand there
before the mirror, eyes shut
flying to catch the rainbow.

Inaudible a prayer
zooms in. A hymn of moonlight
washes your hands to write grace.

Tuesday, March 10, 2020
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Mahtab Bangalee 10 March 2020

Inaudible a prayer zooms in. A hymn of moonlight washes your hands to write grace. // interesting but a romantic expression

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