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Faithless Hands

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the dead rise from their ice beds. Ghostly hands were building the fire to send the rivers in exile. Hunger will decide the fate of the earth. Man was playing with the sands. SATISH VERMA

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Date: 10/7/2010 6:53:00 PM
Beautiful! Message right on target. Wayne
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Date: 10/7/2010 11:24:00 AM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry today Satish. May your days always be filled with good health, love beyond expectation, and an overload of inspiration. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/7/2010 10:25:00 AM
strange write...enjoyed it though...creepy!
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