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by Satish Verma Mar 26, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
Talking to moon tonight, in windless night. You begin? to reflect? the past. I pretend? I am gifting you my poems, while bleeding? from the eyes. You will not read, even once, the steaming tears of stones, when the volcano? spews its molten grief. I am gifting you today, forever? my summers. Snow will rush into my veins. I freeze at once, in memories of the lone, stark naked, yew tree laden with red berries. Not poisonous, I am gifting you my death. Take me in your solitude!