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the hills yonder
stood at my door-step
along with a small
piece of the sky
i heard them knocking
at my door
i’ve the power to
powder the hills
i’ve the power to
cover the earth
with that bit of the sky…
one day the heat of
my being will take back
the waters of the sea within
and the piece of the sky
will have clouds ready
to burst into a shower
the fresh smell of rain
will fill my lungs to their limit
an intoxication overwhelms me
i become a seed and a tree
atop the green hills
the shade of the tree
will protect me from the sun
and one day
I will slip into an eternal sleep
under the very shade…
lo, do you hear
the hill knocking…?
02aug07,18.00hrs
indira babbellapati
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