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How many death in the
life of him?
This is Viki;
This is his dance.

How much space in the
life of a form?
This is Vina;
She the unborn.

Together they sway,
Forward and back,
Viki the fire,
Vina the blue.

As lovers they exchange,
Put to sleep and awake,
With grace and love,
Compassion and joy.
-Vinasri Ravichandran -Viki
I've been broken too long ago to fall broken all over again.

— The End —