Personal Loss

Personal Loss

A Poem by Satish Verma
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Personal Loss

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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
Tags: Life