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The shallow incursions grow louder. I have

Annihilating your own minarets to meet

I had met the flower after a longtime.

The sleep was disturbed. A book reads me.

Let me paint a still life.Like your eyes- unmoving.The irises

Abuzz with profanities. There were gene faults in your

Zinnias were stalking. The fading moon hangs upside down

Something exciting was to happen.You

I left a piece of moon on my table and started writing about

Moving among the glittering- crowns, as in glaciated valley.