Then
Somebody may be able to say ...
The fallen stars had a bath here
A death-some night
Like a charcoal put into sleep
The tired concrete body
Moss grew over the cut-out brains
Crossing the traffic point
The Moon took rest
In the depths of the clouded sky...
Being struck by the top of the temple...
For the last time
Is it the blue sky's unquenched thirst..
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©hridayanan
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