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Nov 2011
Words stand tall     concrete towers
They never fall       full of power
False power.
The poet chases among the words,
chasing after his Beloved
his Dove
his Love..
almost within reach of his fingers
but The Desired eludes the poet
because the concrete,unbending words
conceal

The Beloved.
Written by
FigTree
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