Theme: Life

Care

The noise of a crescent
climbs wordlessly.
In the night of dew and wind, for
its native starless beams -
holding the thread of a thought, walking
through wall of disbelief. Before and after
the murder of a spark; the heart misses
a beat. Cold sweat rustling on forehead;
you bend to pick up a coin,
a fake one. Possibility of becoming rich fades soon.
You want to say nothing.
Troy, Michigan, USA

28-Jun-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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