Paralyzing Poem by Satish Verma

Paralyzing



On wilting roses―
a spider weaves a web,
to spin a murder.

I will curb the hots
to kiss a dying moon on
the burning coals.

Writing a dew poem
was difficult without
a riot of tears.

Thursday, November 23, 2017
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