A SCARE COMES BACK

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Satish Verma

I have never been the same, 
after watching, the abandoned 

moon, rising gracefully, 
and becoming secular. There 

were no words, no speech; 
but a biological war had 

started between the shadows, 
like gondolas in the air. 

You unexpectedly turn blue. 
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.