Innumerable

satishverma

The opaque civility 
takes a big toll. The fledglings 
were dying in the duck pond. 



I want to steal the moon 
tonight for a ritual 
and bring it on my lake. 



A wet floor always 
mirrors the voices floating 
on the low roof of my rainbow.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2018 20:17
  • Category: Nature
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  • Laura🌻

    Extraordinary



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