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LALIT (2018)

  • Writer: Daniel Rubin
    Daniel Rubin
  • Jul 26, 2019
  • 1 min read

Cold breeze woke me

In the midst of alba


As pale light poured

Upon the long shadows


All seemed to be frosted

In a deathly still pose


I washed my face and prayed,

Lighted the sandalwood


While the grip of gloom faded

And the black sky stripped nude

 
 
 

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