Sunday, April 3, 2016

|| In one Another ||

A part of her body
some feathers are not
part of the bird's flight.

Some parts of the
mountain are left
out of the top

On them the winds
write the pain of

Co-opting them in
the liquid flow of their waters
rivers carry them along
The mountain tops dissolve
in the river
dyed in the colour of the mountain top
sometimes the river turns
mountain top sometimes
the mountain top
turns river-sandy, silver
and sometimes ochre and earth.

There bodies merged
in one another.

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