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It opens, it opens
It opens, it opens

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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IT OPENS

An oriole gives

an edgy call

in the blaze of morning.

I am not fully awake,

sky is melting on window.

Death has company.

Zen, it did not connect me

with your god.

I am tired of pretentions.

Small was the wasp

in a cobweb of pain.

It floated a sign of conflict.

My thorn did not prick your petals

in vain. Dead leaves

started bleeding.

Satish Verma

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