For a Moonstruck

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Satish Verma

Who ups the ante,
if you don't exist to catch the song
of sorrow to become immortal.

For a thousand years, the
iris waits for the light to dig and
redress the memory of gone spring.

The deaf and dumb leads
the voices coming from the active volcano
where the sparks are throwing lava.

S74rw4rd's picture

Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Starward