Floating between earth and sea,
Striving apart from arctic asparagus,
Looking into the endless blues
In a way: floated, streamed and washed
In desperate look and dismay:
Another world create the house of jungle
Where my diminished face
Prolongs to stay in shambles;
Another monotone breaks the
Utter chagrin with soared smiles;
15th Dec2008
Moushumi moushumi
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