Black River

satishverma

The supermoon was rising with
a great aplomb to shame the stars.

At night the buttercups wage a war.
Come unpretending, as you, not him, -

on the lake, becoming a stranger to
yourself. There ia an endless nocturnal confession.

Do you know the poison tree blooms,
when the golden eagle rises to take a dive

on the row of funerals.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2016 23:15
  • Category: Nature
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