I listened with intent and watched with
practiced eye.That came to me through
scream on scream, word on word and slap
on slap.
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No mark of passing, no retribution on hold. The screams still remain and bring forth a new sunrise of guilt to colour the day. Most beautiful lines of a lovely thoughtful poem.......................10
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