My Long Walks

satishverma

With stoned eyes
I gather the baby clouds
to search for old moon.

Being or not a being,
walking on the white sands
looking for blood spots.

Forgive your bones
which take you to forshaken
god, of bitter truths.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2021 20:52
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 18
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