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Apr 2015
It is in in stillness
that chaos loomed,
reaching for the edges
in varying degrees,
mounting that peak
of every climbing emotion,
in stillness,
it is like streaks
of the most glaring hues,
subdued; weakened,
uncouth.
Do not be fooled
by the stillness.
dedicated to Soumya Lakshmynarayanan for opening the door.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
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   Rapunzoll
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