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Abhilasha Roy Nov 2011
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The land, it goes running past
The mirror has slipped at last
And you ask me what brought this about.

And I have a secret place
Where my shadow and I run a race
And tonight my speed has brought me some doubt
Abhilasha Roy Nov 2011
If frozen clouds of cancer wind
floated through this cavern grey,

and found us, waiting for each other
drunken on a pensive day-
  I would take them into me
'cause, love- there is no other way.
I usually write poetry paired with illustrations. And this piece was born out of an image too. This is a great site, and I was keen on sharing my work. The imagery however cannot be uploaded here.

For anyone that is interested- this is my link-

abhilasharoy.blogspot.com

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