Theme: Life

Sinking

by Satish Verma
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Your becoming, cuts the moon 
in half. I come 
blind to hold the 
knife. 

The aroma of the bush 
prepares the golden cups 
for drinking milk from the 
rage. 

His wings were glued, the bird 
will not be able to fly 
in the night of despair and 
song. 

Immerse yourself in the assault 
and the kiss of blizzard. The 
snow is strong, wind is very 
low.

14-Apr-2013

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