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STRING MYSTERIOUS

Rainfall in the radio
Cutting the apple for you

When the finger is cut -
Suffering blood - ray -:--
My eyes dropping like tears
Wet: the live wires

In dampy breeze,
Drizzling of a far off land
An image blots the other image out

You come, despite my protests
Just as memory.
Shadow falls over shadow
And the wall of light is in shambles.

To the tempestual winds
There fall the broken drops -
May be your bangles
On the clock - tower
There is the chirping of pigeons.

And now takes shape
Your image in over coat
Somewhere strikes the lightning
May God save you

(Tr /-Viswam)

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