One Cold Morning
After a-
good shower, moon was
braiding the clouds.
*
Dawn, December.
Recently washed trees getting ready
to drink the sun.
*
The dew drips.
I collect the elixir
to die again.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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