Revelations
The tree will
speak for the wailing
salt. Do not spread
it on the dark sheet.
*
I invoke the pain,
on the course paper.
It starts raining
outside.
*
A transgender
comprehends her
alphabet.
A triangle was incomplete.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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