Nothing left to do
anything today.
Snow falling incessantly.
Did not believe ever
in shortcuts.
Still moving on legs.
Soundlessly I
meet my strange god
under a sickle moon.
Faraway my old
faith listens―
to the footsteps of dawn.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Yes indeed...
‘A leap of faith’...
that’s all it takes!
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