satishverma
Small Birds
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Blue black, the red sun 
breaks into your eyes. I go crazy
running after doves.
The lake goes on fire
I collect the shells. Luxury
of becoming poor.
Carpenter will do his
job now. Declines to sit,
carves a goddess.
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