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MAKING OVERTURES
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Satish Verma Night.
A scantily clad sky,
with unkempt clouds.
Moon was climbing.
Caved in.
I had nothing left
to say, except
soundless poems.
No regrets;
in this climactic
struggle of life. The
pain eases, when
memory fails.
The flesh engages the
spirit. End would wait
till the grass banks.
"...The pain eases, when the
"...The pain eases, when the memory fails..." That is true, I think. Forget the crappy stuff and remember the great times - the opposite of pain, joy? happens and you smile or at least feel good. - Nice line, rich in texture as always - Stella