Personal LossA Poem by Satish VermaPersonal Loss
Root sounds.
I prefer intimate pathos. Not easy. I don't live in night. Yellow words on green thoughts. The fall was imminent. I wait for the snow to bury my past. Love becomes fluid I was never dead. © 2022 Satish Verma |
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Added on October 2, 2022 Last Updated on October 2, 2022 |

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