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Growling
In
Crowd
Means
Elite
Crawling
In
Crowd
Means
Dregs
              - Amisha priya
Love
Is
Loyalty
Hate
Is
Hollowly?
                  - Amisha priya
My
Points
And
Judgement
You
Will
Do
Sieve
Others
Points
And
Judge­ment
You
Will
Do
      -  Amisha priya
Bee
Brown bee walking
    across a crowded sidewalk—
        I would use my wings.
Hot, skin-kneed summer--
blue violets in welcome shade;
white sun raining down
mightily on fresh cow ****
and the green, new-mown hay.
Sugar sprinkled
    across a licorice sky—
        the stars!
the clouds tonight
once white, floating in blue skies
reappear
in the dark, in the light
from a waning moon
Cactus flower thorn
divides a falling raindrop
in two.
Tall, top-heavy pine
displays its fine head to the clouds—
they pay no attention.
In the still churchyard,
a blood-red blossom—
April morning.
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