On this moonlit morning
all visit to the forest within.
Our, lost sons burn in
the soliloquies of fire.
We made love, lost it in war.
Remember the Sun? Someone
shouts, and we turn; we turn
in this spinning dream,
and hence our backs remain
facing him, in the forest within.
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Picture and words
Kushal Poddar
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