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greatpoetry2008-02-08 12:31 am
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Everything, Srikanth Reddy
She was watching the solar eclipse
through a piece of broken bottle
when he left home.
He found a blue kite in the forest
on the day she lay down
with a sailor. When his name changed,
she stitched a cloud to a quilt
made of rags. They did not meet,
so they never could be parted.
So she finished her prayer,
& he folded his map of the sea.
through a piece of broken bottle
when he left home.
He found a blue kite in the forest
on the day she lay down
with a sailor. When his name changed,
she stitched a cloud to a quilt
made of rags. They did not meet,
so they never could be parted.
So she finished her prayer,
& he folded his map of the sea.
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