Dreams Wandering

satishverma

The moonlight― 
singed him at night. 
How will you write a poem? 



Standing at window, 
you watch a shooting star― 
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call. 



Picking red hollyhocks, 
your face swims before me, 
and fleeting time!

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2018 19:52
  • Category: Nature
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