Monday, January 30, 2017

Behind The Brick Walls Comments

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Winter is round the corner.
A single dew drop―
cedes a concession to tall trees.
Watchers of virginity
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Satish Verma
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Lantz Pierre 30 January 2017

The child inserted his small worm-like finger into the wounds of the man who, like an aged tree, held the sky overhead without a thought. Without another rock to place upon the flapping corner where the circus canvas had come undone. Without a word from the father who was working on a broken clock.

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