Theme: Life

Standing Still

by Satish Verma
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The full moon was 
rising. November night. 
I throw away my walking stick. 

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A shiver runs 
through my thoughts. 
I had lost you in the thick fog. 

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The large fig tree. 
Had not tied the black thread 
round the big trunk.

14-Sep-2015

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