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The other smileThe other smile

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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THE OTHER SMILE

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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THE OTHER SMILE

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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THE OTHER SMILE

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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THE OTHER SMILE

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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

THE OTHER SMILE

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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

THE OTHER SMILE

Death will not measure

the height,

from which we fall.

Not being,

the psyche of primeval fear

finds its conscience

subverts the softness

of moon-eyed life

with wealth of green blood

in brown bread.

And the white candle

burns at night

to send aurora borealis

in blue irises.

Satish Verma

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