Deposition

satishverma

A downy clay near
fingertips. I ascend light
to meet darkness.

An ambush memory.
Remember your name?
No, I don't know me.

Gambler raises
the stakes to win his dirt
from golden nails.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2016 22:34
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 7
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