Why withering look,
and I will ask the sundew
to snub tentacles.
Noiselessly you step
in my sleep and sit on brows
to count rolling tears.
The wind will start crying
touching the tender buds
you placed on snow.
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satishverma (
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such vivid imagery
imbued with insightful poetic brevity..
a joy to read and contemplate
thank you! Guru
'Noiselessly you step'
'to snub tentacles.'
'in my sleep and sit on brows
to count rolling tears.'
'The wind will start crying
touching the tender buds
you placed on snow.'
'and I will ask the sundew'
'Why, withering look'
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