No Poem by Satish Verma
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Reaching the end of
life, are you ready to listen
when I don't speak?
The charisma of
gods was wavering, you will
smear the poles red.
Step by step moon
climbs down, the blue lake, for
last rites of blaze.
Saturday, November 10, 2018
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5/8/2024 8:33:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
last stanza nice imagery /// wonderful poem