When Dew Weeps

'The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint.
You cannot blame the tree.'
we blame roots
we blame nature
we blame choices
till, we realise for our maths to work
there must first
be a value to existence, for us to lament
otherwise, we're just wasting time
multiplying null by sans
whilst dreaming, of moonwalking our regrets..
(as insightful, as ever
thank you, Guru)-L. B. Mek

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You discribed death as beautiful Satish?. Strange. But still enjoyed reading your poem.- Alan Brown, UK

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