BEFORE THE DAY BREAK
this morning has a story of its own; night
dissolved through fire, only then;
the light has sparked, on
those shadow, there
were numerous
groans,
many concealed screams; after only then,
the sky has dripped the dew drops,
whose foot prints remained
on the slope of sand
dunes, a standstill
was in the
life;
last night, might be a nomadic bird or a
missing dream, had wandered
entire desert, from one end
to other, there was a
pervasive silence
in the sky,
anyway the beauty appears only after
the combustion reached the
climax - - -
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