crescent moon –
your lips on my throat
sickle sharp

tendril-
early morning spy
on my window

ethylene drunken maple
his shadow sleeps
on own rainbow leaf bed

the frosty road ahead —
frog adjusts
biological clock

few trees
still remain to count —
mysterious village

Bidur P Chaulagain

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