Improvising

satishverma

Like a snake girl, 
the black tresses trailing 
behind the heels. 

The wavering moon was, 
gliding in blue sky, 
for a rendezvous. 

The beds had 
become obsolete. Time to 
use oneiric rocks. 

Faith was no 
more relevant. Now 
you hear the dreams.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 24th, 2019 19:16
  • Category: Nature
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  • User favorite of this poem: LaurašŸŒ».
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Comments1

  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Upon those
    ā€˜oneiric rocksā€™...
    we can choose to alleviate
    the core of our dreams!



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