Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree-
for a relationship.
For my sake don't take a
downside, my liberalism
will suffer.
Killed in your own house
by lightning, have you
ever heard of self-immolation?
Let's make it simple.
Take it from the giver,
what he never had- and
don't ask the price.
Your eyes again befell
a giant. How would you live
without the fireflies?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2018 20:07
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Comments2
i really love your last stanza. Nice write.
Wonderful imagery and an excellent poem. Thanks for posting! 🙂
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