Impromptu, word by
word, I will anoint you
with poetry.
*
Moon was sinking
slowly, watching me
reciting an elegy.
*
The gates were still
closed, for the candle
bearers to stand vigil.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2018 23:04
- Category: Nature
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