Like a wound-bleed,
the glacier falls in lonely
sea. A river ages inside you,
collapsing in despairing loss.
It was not true, that
you live an impossible life.
On water you may not
leave the footprints.
Beyond human tragedy,
a knife falls on the gospels.
Stunned at the edge
of tears, I tremble.
Adieu to Arcadia.
Dust demands the price for
red clover. A dark cloud envelops
the kind hills holding
the sun.
It casts a spell.
A rock licks the moon.
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	satishverma (
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Nice imagery
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