I will climb on the
other side of moon
to light a flame.
A river thinks, sand
was thinking of a tree
dreaming a fall.
In hushed twilight
hunter was coming home
with an empty snare.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2016 22:33
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Your poems are intriguing and enigmatic. Do yo write them in your tongue and them translate them, or do you write them in English? They are quite enigmatic and give you thought.
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