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The GRASS BLADE

నవంబర్ 2015

Soaking in the dew, the night went by
You sang for me, sitting closeby
The stars were gazing, I see them fall,
scattered and spread, big and small..

Slowly…it dawned on me..
No sound of your song, only cracking autumn leaves,
Parching Dew…Seeping Soul..

The Grass Blade pierced through me..
Scattered around are Splinters of my winter dream.