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Jun 12
tis the golden hour
atop this apsidal hall of sentience
seventy-two thousand bilva leaves
as four cosmic forces
in mute surrender
to an eye-popping waltz
choreographed by
the crescent bearing jewel
who’s white as jasmine

© 2019
bilva: aegle marmelos
Written by
Rama Krsna  50/M/NYC
     S Olson, Santita and Fawn
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