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| Digital Painting by Meena |
Past, Present, Future
Dusty Barricades,
Symbols dissolve
I plunge back
float and delve.
But,
I stick to the moist damp earth
fearing devastation.
My mouth is full of clay.
Is it the smell of the soil that I eat?
The dry coarse earth?
Is that me?
The streams swim in my eyes.
Visions divide .
The sight freezes in the silent snow.
North wind hovers
tangled in time.
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