Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
This country divides us.
Only cameos were
displayed.

The ache of the holy river
was your body which
becomes a canoe.

The snow-clad peaks
would smash
the hikers.

Opinions differ,
when the tornado strikes.
You wanted to build a new house.

The black night.
A green silence would
rebel against the stars.
Written by
Satsih Verma
  695
     Lora Lee, Sung, nabila s and Elizabeth Squires
Please log in to view and add comments on poems