7 may 2019
Innumerable
The opaque civility
takes a big toll. The fledglings
were dying in the duck pond.
*
I want to steal the moon
tonight for a ritual
and bring it on my lake.
*
A wet floor always
mirrors the voices floating
on the low roof of my rainbow.
28 april 2024
CompromisedSatish Verma
27 april 2024
Uśmiech z trawkąJaga
27 april 2024
By KissesSatish Verma
26 april 2024
2608wiesiek
26 april 2024
The EntitySatish Verma
25 april 2024
2504wiesiek
25 april 2024
QuartzSatish Verma
24 april 2024
The End StartsSatish Verma
23 april 2024
Three poemsAdam Pietras (Barry Kant)
22 april 2024
Echoes TravelSatish Verma