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Song At the End of the Road

Drinking from the portrait of an alienated moon in a self-taught remedy? I was looking very hurt in the muse,which had failed the earth. I wanted to say, my sun was my sun, broken, eclipse by eclipse. Who was traitor to oneself ? Sifting the leaves of a raptor,to find the death under the shade of sundew, which blooms when you become an insect. Satish Verma

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Date: 12/30/2016 6:11:00 PM
I can hear the cricket singing at the end of the road! But perhaps that is not quite the insect you meant. Smiles.
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