Different Renderings

satishverma

You were lost 
like a rolled away pill. 
Hibiscus was waiting 



As the night departs, 
I will look at the moon 
through misted eyes. 



A bridge has collapsed. 
How sad. 
A bell tolls endlessly.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 23rd, 2018 19:22
  • Category: Nature
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Seems to me like a discarded person looking for his lover. I like it.



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