Dust To Dust Poem by Satish Verma

Dust To Dust



Eyes go wet.
A tale of two halves in lieu of
two murders, like reading Pablo Neruda.

Sylvia, I alwaysloved you.
You listened to everything and
laughed hilariously slipping Dylan Thomas.

How do I reach your sacred
soul, because I love no one else
to take me to unknown path.

Thursday, November 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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