Wading
in your memories.
Through
an orange smoke.
Against
a mirror,
a lake
shrinks.
Days are smaller now
licking
the night
I will count the candles
Of your birthday.
A haunted landscape
scoops a wedding
of a flame with a gale
Satish Verma
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