A brief encounter with
an octopus, climbing in the
bed, to wrap around―
*
a brown rock. A strange―
allegory for a fallen king.
An alien of far world?
*
There was no sound.
The message moves through the covers
to open a third eye.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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