Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall
and watch sunset.
Body speaks to soul,
interpreting eternity.
Something doesn't die.
Whom to call in dark
when you blow-off the lantern?
Hail the arrow man?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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