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Nov 2012
When the  skilled matador kills the  magnificent bull,
he kills the  fear within himself, for the time being,
as a desperate escape, from fear;
but the illusion doesn't last, to his eyes the bull dies,
it's resurrection goes unnoticed, in his fear of death.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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