Saturday, September 18, 2010

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The Pearly Gates open the Doorman gently checks the

Belongings

It is just a broken Needle

That is all that this Soul could Muster but the needle

Threaded a Raiment and there Standing Christ

A man was looking at the Raiment where the Torn Edges

Could Smell the Blood of Desert

Saladin ordered from Palate and Vichitrachitta in the

Sangam era going Forward Chronicling the Death of Deatth

As a star is Born out of It

The Fire of Fore The Pyre of Pyres had After all reached

Its Final Resting Place over Tiloniaite Skies

On a Moonless Night Starlight keeping the Solar Flares

Coming from New Campus right through the Hillock

There Looking Breathless Soaring and Now

Shining like Rubies and

Emerald

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