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Trees transform to spears,
Or mossy headstone maybe-
Deceased guardians.
174
It's pleonastic,
Mellifluous myriad,
Of repetition.
 Jun 2018
K Balachandran
trees luxuriate,
dog’s life gets soggy and vain;
isn’t the rain same?
49
oops i guess i missed,
dash dot dash dot dash dot dot
oh well never mind.
21
The glow of the moon,
Creates gentle ambience,
Luminous wasteland.
4
The sepulchral tones,
Booming and rolling through time,
Rotund magic spell.

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