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A Somber Night
A volcanic kiss
was becoming ungreen.
The shark was coming.
All night it was raining.
The sap was rising
and love-farm was deluged.
A blue moon
walks on the dry eyes.
Why the tears had gone to exile?
A mole was growing
on the face,
while a smile was sitting outside.
When I woke up
into her arms, the moon
was blith and round.
poem
by
Satish Verma
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