Strange Encounters Poem by Satish Verma

Strange Encounters

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Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.

Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.

The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.

Sunday, October 14, 2018
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Richard Wlodarski 15 October 2018

Beautiful imagery and excellent writing, Satish!

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