On marbled lids we <br />stretch our arms to collect <br />the frozen tears. <br /> <br />Will you stand up <br />for a final good bye <br />kissing the eyes? <br /> <br />A dewdropp was - <br />the strength of silver, drinking <br />the fluorescent sky.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exiting/
