Bruised Spots
After the deluge:dark,
where the river,
meets the sea-
a city becomes a ghost.
*
The narrator,
went to sleep,
A story moved on.
*
A replica
steps out from the black
water, white
as the moon.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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