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The visible was most invisible. Watching the moon through veil. A bomb explodes in your hands. The poem wavers- and then falls on dew. This was not bone-green; original, not a fake cloud – to kiss the feet of a burning god. It was natural conjugation between enemies. Satish Verma

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Date: 6/1/2012 9:18:00 AM
I have enjoyed reading your always amazing writing this morning Satish. I hope you will continue to write and share your words with us for many years to come. Have a wonderful weekend filled with joy and love. Love, Carol
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