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Out of the cleft lip comes

a muffled voice

on the turn of events,

to interrupt a call.

Then the panic rises,

the blood was oozing from the larynx.

The winding mountain path goes to the end

of blessing where the prayer drowns.

What was happening to the golden land?

Did the green worry about the iced peaks,

from where the glaciers take a bend

to enter the valley?

Who was negotiating the winds?

The logic between the stars and moon?

Huge gods were speaking to the men

in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,

not heading my grief.

The dust was crying.

Satish Verma

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STARDUST

Out of the cleft lip comes

a muffled voice

on the turn of events,

to interrupt a call.

Then the panic rises,

the blood was oozing from the larynx.

The winding mountain path goes to the end

of blessing where the prayer drowns.

What was happening to the golden land?

Did the green worry about the iced peaks,

from where the glaciers take a bend

to enter the valley?

Who was negotiating the winds?

The logic between the stars and moon?

Huge gods were speaking to the men

in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,

not heading my grief.

The dust was crying.

Satish Verma

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STARDUST

Out of the cleft lip comes

a muffled voice

on the turn of events,

to interrupt a call.

Then the panic rises,

the blood was oozing from the larynx.

The winding mountain path goes to the end

of blessing where the prayer drowns.

What was happening to the golden land?

Did the green worry about the iced peaks,

from where the glaciers take a bend

to enter the valley?

Who was negotiating the winds?

The logic between the stars and moon?

Huge gods were speaking to the men

in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,

not heading my grief.

The dust was crying.

Satish Verma

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STARDUST

Out of the cleft lip comes

a muffled voice

on the turn of events,

to interrupt a call.

Then the panic rises,

the blood was oozing from the larynx.

The winding mountain path goes to the end

of blessing where the prayer drowns.

What was happening to the golden land?

Did the green worry about the iced peaks,

from where the glaciers take a bend

to enter the valley?

Who was negotiating the winds?

The logic between the stars and moon?

Huge gods were speaking to the men

in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,

not heading my grief.

The dust was crying.

Satish Verma

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STARDUST

Out of the cleft lip comes

a muffled voice

on the turn of events,

to interrupt a call.

Then the panic rises,

the blood was oozing from the larynx.

The winding mountain path goes to the end

of blessing where the prayer drowns.

What was happening to the golden land?

Did the green worry about the iced peaks,

from where the glaciers take a bend

to enter the valley?

Who was negotiating the winds?

The logic between the stars and moon?

Huge gods were speaking to the men

in black, wearing eye masks on the highest terrains,

not heading my grief.

The dust was crying.

Satish Verma

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