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Against The Tide
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Satish Verma Like a dwarf planet,
you follow me in distant
sky, so near― so far.
I love you like poet
Pablo Neruda. My eyes in―
your dreams, wide open.
When the tears would wait
to bloom like hidden flowers―
under the steady rocks.
Not me, not you, were
aware of the rising moon,
between snow and sleet.
amazing thoughtscapes
There is a world "between snow and sleet" - beauty indeed lives here. - s