10 December, 2010

BLACK ROSES

Wading 
in your memories. 
Through 
an orange smoke. 

Against 
a mirror, 
a lake 
shrinks. 

Days are smaller now 
licking 
the night 
I will count the candles 

Of your birthday. 
A haunted landscape 
scoops a wedding 
of a flame with a gale

Satish Verma

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