In Misty Day

satishverma

Moment of truth. 
Bougainvilleas 
on grass. 

A visible absence. 
I was searching― 
you in poems. 

Your fluid eyes. 
My moon-clouds 
ready to crash on the land. 

In my cupped hands 
I collect the tears 
of the sky.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2019 19:41
  • Category: Nature
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