EDGY THOUGHTS
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Manas Bakshi (India)
Winter night.
Biting cold.
A full moon
Melting gold---
An old lady
Weaving fanciful tales.....
Glow-worms
In a far away
Countryside
Invite the moon.
A thatched hut,
Moon enters---
Old lady becomes the earth,
Tales begin to disintegrate
As dreams at daybreak....
Glow-worms of a wistful night
Transformed into
Messenger birds
To glow with
Some lofty thoughts
For a fresh start
In the next morning.
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