When Dew Weeps

satishverma

Extended agony for
me was the shivering light. Why
will the darkness win today?

The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint. You cannot blame
the tree. I have to go a long way.

Who becomes blind in
green? A beautiful death always
brings the wreaths in absentia.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 12th, 2021 19:40
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    'The moon was sleeveless.
    It drops a hint.
    You cannot blame the tree.'
    we blame roots
    we blame nature
    we blame choices
    till, we realise for our maths to work
    there must first
    be a value to existence, for us to lament
    otherwise, we're just wasting time
    multiplying null by sans
    whilst dreaming, of moonwalking our regrets..
    (as insightful, as ever
    thank you, Guru)



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