Swift Descent

satishverma

In cascading 
tresses, when moon 
got stuck. 

I held your face 
to see the frightened 
fish in eyes. 

Seven feet deep, 
the snow- 
escapes the man's foot. 

A terrible fight 
still goes on 
between temple and mosque.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2019 20:02
  • Category: Nature
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  • sylviasearcher

    In nature we find Truth and Beauty.



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