Covered With Quills
This paper lantern in lake
was in love with you.
The water oscillating,
not the taper.
*
The panelled remains of―
walls still hold,
your signs. You would not
come back?
*
Apparitions gather―
to bid goodbye to the moon.
A flame of the forest
was due any moment.
By satishverma
© 2019 satishverma
(All rights reserved)
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