Walking Shadows Poem by Satish Verma

Walking Shadows



A cherry legacy
and the orange pick.
Let me go wild.

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Embellishing
the rock, with flowers,
for a golden fruit.

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A journey, for
the comfort of slopes,
on the clear lake.

Friday, August 22, 2014
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