I AM SMILE WITH TEARS
Flutes lie broken in bottom of the pond,
I love the pace of history walking on the back
of alligators. It does not die.
A poem that lives up to every definition of poetry. The three lines I singled out leaves their sound behind their utterance for enough time to finally become a shadow for the wayfarer of literature.
Pramod
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