I am going to the east
The sun is said to rise there
Traveling by the night
Under the constellated blackness
I lift my hooded head
To those scattered pieces
The signs and symbols
The cues spread across the sheet
My fingers trace the dots
those remnants of some other time
together they break the spell..
like a blind child
I discover the first meaning
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The First Meaning
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Jui Chitre Deshmukh
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1 comments:
this reminds me of the christmas carol ' we three kings of orient are'... it is precise yet so clear! do write some more
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