Paradox
Time. Marches on;
tasting the blood of hikers,
who would not-
reach the summit.
*
Red clover.
I walk under the black
moon to light-
the fire.
*
Meet me
sometime,in the half way
house, I have forgotten
my name.
Satish Verma
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