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Cascades

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Prowling in moonlight,
time beats. Alone I was looted
like the moon. O ballad I will not believe you.

Everything was alright
except something was imperfect. Nobody
was taking a shower under the Niagara.

Of tears. The cascades
of prayers go into oblivion. These

killing days haunt me in dark, when I wake.
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Luis A. Estable 21 July 2021

' These killing days.' I think the poem revolves around this phrase. It is the poem that centers the poem. But what it really comes to mean depends on the reading one gives to the poem.

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Poignant and thought provoking poem. Well expressed

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Dr Dillip K Swain 20 July 2021

A beautiful poem dear poet...loved the lucidity of expression.

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