Hanging Eyes Poem by Satish Verma

Hanging Eyes



No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star―
gazing one day.

The spirit moves
away of body to wear the moon
of a dying sun.

I don't like small birds,
that make loud noises
in hollow trees.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019
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