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Dec 2012
Maudlin       mOOn,
    sitting                      all alone,
                                                          in a brooding
                                                           ailien  sky
                                                    ­                   lost
                                                            ­                in  the thoughts  of,
                                                   ­                        t                              
                                 ­                   s                                  a          ­              
                                                  ­                                                r      
         ­                                                                 ­                                  s,





                       ­                             starless sky makes her feel let down,
                                                     not even a piece of white cotton cloud,
                                                    she can't  even wipe the drops of tear
                                                            ­                                                t
               ­                                                                 ­                             h
                                                                ­                                               a
                                                                ­                                             t
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                     ­                                                                 ­                         f
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            ­                                                                 ­                                           l
                    ­                                                                 ­                                       l
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                                                           ­                                                                 ­    s

  
                                                                ­                                                         d
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                                             Over hills, dales, woods and grasslands, incessantly throughout the night.
"A poem is never finished, it is abandoned" said Paul Valery
  this one, from it's look is closest to his idea, I suppose.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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