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Raven Jun 2020
I want to see what is hidden
I want to see what is forbidden
In the darkest of darkness
Covered and clothed by shadows

It is watching
At all times
It is waiting
Shackled in binds

For when I see
It waits with glee
It will be free
To hunt me
K Balachandran Jun 2018
On the sky, cloud’s write,
The west wind reads it aloud:
‘Monsoon phantasy’!

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