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Partly clad full moon was taking a bath on hills. Trees were waiting for the curtains to rise. Scented stars would make giant scars on the clouds, I would make peace with the sky. Lids of human greed were laden with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull. Of a virgin god who did not want to live for the blotched up creation. The decline was obvious. Truth had refused to climb on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs. Body had arrived, mourners quietly wailing. Gouged eyes could not decipher the script on the halved pyramid. Sun was sucking the clay. SATISH VERMA

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Date: 12/26/2009 8:23:00 PM
Congrats pn your feature! Enjoyed.. Trees were waiting for the curatins to rise.. Loved it! Hugs Always, Robin
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Date: 12/23/2009 1:22:00 PM
Congratutlations on your mysterious poetry being featured. Best wishes, Sara
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Date: 12/22/2009 3:41:00 AM
Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. Best wishes and much success in your writing endeavors. A. W. Nutter
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Date: 12/22/2009 3:38:00 AM
Congratulations on your remarkable poetry being featured this week Satish. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors in 2010 whatever they may be. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/21/2009 11:20:00 AM
Congratulations on your featured poem this week, Merry Christmas to you >> James
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Date: 12/21/2009 11:12:00 AM
Congrats on your poem being featured this week!! Very well deserved. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. May 2010 be your best year ever! Love Light Patty
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