You Walk Beside Me

satishverma

Sharing my sweetbread
with you in densely days when
want spans religion.

You burn my roses.
Exiting the day I go for―
wash of cannabis.

Cannot forget you
once in my emptiness of
harvesting the moon.

Rains. The August night―
invites an apparition.
You walk through the door.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2019 21:21
  • Category: Nature
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