Untrodden Snow Poem by Satish Verma
Untrodden Snow
A night of one thousand moons
and I am dancing
in dark.
Circa.
My half-script was left
with you, under a scrap.
Now I am not
finding any punctuations
in the aerie.
At unknown heights
wake me up in blue depths
when sun does not rise.
Stones placed on hyacinth
will not bury the scent.
I might bring another red spike.
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4/26/2024 5:56:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
At unknown heights wake me up in blue depths when sun does not rise. extreme of the poem is very provocativeness sir