The last thing
I wanted to say before
the sun went down.
Heal thyself, Oh
seer, stoking the flames
under the lake.
Honey-yellowed,
fall of your climax-
for golden calf.
Like a hen in blind
panic, under the spell
of innocent blade.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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