In Misty Day

Satish Verma

Moment of truth. 
on grass. 

A visible absence. 
I was searching― 
you in poems. 

Your fluid eyes. 
My moon-clouds 
ready to crash on the land. 

In my cupped hands 
I collect the tears 
of the sky.

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"tears of the sky"

beautiful and solemn images here that exist on the edges of emotions. - slc