Street Weighs Steps

satishverma

My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!

Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.

Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2024 19:51
  • Category: Nature
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