At the distant old lake
Your reflection wavers on wandering waves
In the limitless enmity of past
your eyebrows are arched in anticipation
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The lengthening shadows of the figures
slowly merge with the dark of night,
in the oblivious distinction
you cling to the extreme periphery of an
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in the gloomy interface
as the light recede, serpent of dark crawls idly
deep into the night.
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O dear, the stars you saw in childhood
Are now so distant
even afraid of a whisper
with the touch of a word
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The spilled silver of moon
over a distanced lake,
in the still of night.
A boy mounted at the edge of boat
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Enveloped with their absence
gripping the slippery hands strongly,
they walk to mountain
wind breezes past insanely.
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Do you hear his retiring, from day long work
his foot lazily falls on the ground
not to annoy earth or from tiredness.
The lossened clay and we call him,
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Blinded by sight i look into things
being in it or rather too close to it
i obstruct the view.
I arrange it, it shatters
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The mundane always escapes us
such is the truth of one's departure.
What we miss, is the place for him
to weave his world.
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Cloud caresses the canopy
pierce the twigs
on a slanting hill.
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