Recalling

by Satish Verma   Oct 8, 2018


It was snowing, snowing
very hard. Hold me
tight, when the wolf comes.

*

The wolf comes in red
cloak. Why did you ask me
to pin a white rose on him?

*

There was no quiver,
no tremor. The murder was
clean, without blood. Desert ants.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    As always another deep and thought provoking piece. Milly x

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