...amidst the ruins
silhouetted in moonlight
eyes moved in unique rhythm
to an array of tantric sculptures
...
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fluid moonlight....hmmmm....like in molten silver... great imagery indraji a very nice poem, ...as usual and a lip and cup conondrum... cheers
ohh, fantastic poem ma'am... the immobile set alive by inner feeling.... wonderful composition. thank you.
one can feel that still reveberating rhythm - the words 'moved' and 'rhythm' repeated many times like an echo create some vibration