Ghostly

satishverma

An alien feeling
of weird dreams
whirling in eddies
of thoughts.

Vertigo.
I snapped at moon,
bursting on to pow wow
at phallic rocks.

The God was kind enough
blessed the knife
which fell in lake
without noise.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2016 22:14
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 30
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  • Dandylion

    I loved this!



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