Impeccable

by Satish Verma   Mar 7, 2023


How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search
you between the clouds.

Gradually, thoughts
become homeless. Can't catch
the wheezing flies.

Blaming self, the trunk
dies inside. No sap will
rise. No glue will roll.

    report violation
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  • 1 year ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I love the images that each stanza produced for me. Thanks for them.

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