The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water.
Moon was sitting underneath, on floor.
*
I will look out―
for a songbird.
Something secret, I wanted to share.
*
I do not abuse anybody,
like a mockingbird―
I make a fool of myself.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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