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Covered With Quills
This paper lantern in lake
was in love with you.
The water oscillating,
not the taper.


The panelled remains of―
walls still hold,
your signs. You would not
come back?


Apparitions gather―
to bid goodbye to the moon.
A flame of the forest
was due any moment.

By satishverma

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