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Pleading

Mooneater, I am my poem: fantasy of words traveling through fog. When light sneaks in, would you like to weep with me ? Dear death, I am not ready to close my chapter. You are you but I am not me – taking a flight in dark. Disintegrating, I am collecting the spiderwebs to catch the moon. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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