Wednesday, September 19, 2018
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Rating: ★4.5
My city limps back to soft caresses of a new dawn
whose bleeding fingers paint the sleepy eastern sky
with hues of agony caused by the lashes of last rain
and birds fan ancient wounds, as up into air they fly;
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Douglas Scotney
19 September 2018
this is a replete poem Saroj. I can miss my lunch after it and not feel hungry.
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8/3/2025 5:51:32 AM # 1.0.0
Saroj, such a wonderful write........................