Thinking Of You

Once I had asked 
the nightingale, why did 
you need to remain in 
my thoughts? 

And cloning of words 
want to save my 

Was it provocative, 
for a flame to become intimate 
with a volcano? 

And you must wait for 
the tranquil sea to explode 
into a mountain of ice 
for the otherness. 

And at invisible moon 
a swan glides to bring back 
its princess from the clutches 
of yellow earth, which 
has gone insane.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2019 19:31
  • Category: Nature
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