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Memories on edge...
Anointed truth
had no path. Path...
Sun breaks
on green lake...
“Is there a Heaven after Death?
A place so beautifully blessed...
A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs...
We are going back.
Let it be...
The founder will not find
the copper to cast the history...
He wants to revert
back to mutism...
the avocets are coming
i feel them on the wind...
You come to me formless,
to claim your dues...
A poem
borrowed from the roses...
The waves
had brought me to you...