Teja Konduri Poems

There was a sound amongst the hills,
echoing in the valley of wind,
a challenge was made.
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The leaf was fluttering in the blowing wind,
Dying and falling to its ultimate grave.
Sad and lonely falling from the sky,
landed in the hands of that precious woman.
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Dark shadows crept in his sleep,
The world around him seemed bleak,
In the hills he stood alone, watching
the world drift into the beyond
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