A Long Night
Without words, I wanted
to write a poem. Would you
read it from the moist eyes ?
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It was a strange thing.
Finding the darkness of whitemoon
in blue air.
*
The wolf was there
in the house, to
molest the moonlight.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016
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