Parsing Poem by Satish Verma

Parsing



Read it,
or do not read
the road map.
Something has eaten into your wings.
You will not be able to fly
in the silent valley.

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The clay gardens.
You always loved, the eccentricity.
A meltdown
refrains the sequenced
shyness. There will be
no moon tonight.

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