Paradox

by Satish Verma   Mar 21, 2018


Time. Marches on;
tasting the blood of hikers,
who would not?
reach the summit.

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Red clover.
I walk under the black
moon to light?
the fire.

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Meet me
sometime, in the half way
house, I have forgotten
my name.

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