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Dec 2015
You will never tell me,
will you,
what blessings you sought,
what silent wishes,
hands folded in prayers yesterday
in the sacred grove of our illusions.

You merely smiled.
The peacock spread its plumes
and danced for me.
A whole constellation of stars,
shifting...
P Venugopal
Written by
P Venugopal  Trivandrum, Kerala, India
(Trivandrum, Kerala, India)   
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