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I fight for the gods
To make it to Valhalla
Thirsting for sweet war
The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
Little wings flutter
Morning starts with eyes smiling
Birdbath needs filling
 Mar 2018 Srijani Sarkar
AW
Rushing over me
A stream of lifted spirits
Upwards waterfall
bravery does not
scream, it does not shout, yet
it's louder than all
Back and sometimes forth
Mirrors, thoughts reflect as well
Stories of my life
Stars in dust wasteland,
Seen once every seven years,
Desert flowers bloom.
The magical sound,
of the cascading water,
natural beauty,
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