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Apr 2019
Don't know much

about modern physics

All the ways the world

works, what's to be

said or undone

in these last few moments.

Only music on the

walls of history, taking cues

from the figures crossing

That's a perpetual evidence

Towering symphonies talking

us into (their homes): some delights

left and for

                          We seek

this                            love

        of            modern

    physics.                 Maybe brighter

days will

                                   forgive us
Written by
Shaun  19/M/Kerala
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