Bruised Spots

by Satish Verma   Mar 6, 2018

After the deluge: dark,
where the river,
meets the sea-
a city becomes a ghost.


The narrator,
went to sleep,
A story moved on.


A replica
steps out from the black
water, white
as the moon.


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  • 1 week ago

    by Hope

    Beautiful, I wish I could understand the darkness.