Stop not, Rest not, thy said
Mirage kept alive, red thickened more
Wanderer spoke to me, knowing he is me,
Said soft; walls of walls, running strong
We stared, gushing wind, passing cheeks.
Changes, changed
Green and breeze, water and cattle
Wrinkled eyes, opened little.
Yes sire, know all, I know they were real.
I will rest,
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Kavitha · February 10, 2016 at 2:37 pm
Beautiful, mysterious and a bewildering poetry… loved every bit of it. Wanting more to lose myself in your sophisticated use of words.. Hats off to you