Sighting
Blaze. Awakens
me. Again it was snow
on the black lamppost.
Resuscitate
me when the moon dies.
Day starts bleeding.
Voice rested.
The little yollow bird has
left for new home.
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2013
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