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NESTLINGS, NESTLINGS, NESTLINGS, NESTLINGS, NESTLINGS, NESTLINGS, NESTLINGS

Coming face to face with hemlock

you are not able to rain in the animal

and start climbing the temperamental tree.

Fathered by innocence of violence

on the name of war, when were you

going to kill? Your own progency?

Slice by slice I am collecting the

wrath of tinderbox, dry winds

and volcano for the sake of peace.

And I hear the night's arrival

without moon, without stars.

The black needles will stitch the wounds of sun.

Satish Verma

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NESTLINGS

Coming face to face with hemlock

you are not able to rain in the animal

and start climbing the temperamental tree.

Fathered by innocence of violence

on the name of war, when were you

going to kill? Your own progency?

Slice by slice I am collecting the

wrath of tinderbox, dry winds

and volcano for the sake of peace.

And I hear the night's arrival

without moon, without stars.

The black needles will stitch the wounds of sun.

Satish Verma

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NESTLINGS

Coming face to face with hemlock

you are not able to rain in the animal

and start climbing the temperamental tree.

Fathered by innocence of violence

on the name of war, when were you

going to kill? Your own progency?

Slice by slice I am collecting the

wrath of tinderbox, dry winds

and volcano for the sake of peace.

And I hear the night's arrival

without moon, without stars.

The black needles will stitch the wounds of sun.

Satish Verma

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NESTLINGS

Coming face to face with hemlock

you are not able to rain in the animal

and start climbing the temperamental tree.

Fathered by innocence of violence

on the name of war, when were you

going to kill? Your own progency?

Slice by slice I am collecting the

wrath of tinderbox, dry winds

and volcano for the sake of peace.

And I hear the night's arrival

without moon, without stars.

The black needles will stitch the wounds of sun.

Satish Verma

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NESTLINGS

Coming face to face with hemlock

you are not able to rain in the animal

and start climbing the temperamental tree.

Fathered by innocence of violence

on the name of war, when were you

going to kill? Your own progency?

Slice by slice I am collecting the

wrath of tinderbox, dry winds

and volcano for the sake of peace.

And I hear the night's arrival

without moon, without stars.

The black needles will stitch the wounds of sun.

Satish Verma

---------------------

NESTLINGS

Coming face to face with hemlock

you are not able to rain in the animal

and start climbing the temperamental tree.

Fathered by innocence of violence

on the name of war, when were you

going to kill? Your own progency?

Slice by slice I am collecting the

wrath of tinderbox, dry winds

and volcano for the sake of peace.

And I hear the night's arrival

without moon, without stars.

The black needles will stitch the wounds of sun.

Satish Verma

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