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Apr 2021
I stand in a row to
reach nowhere. What was the certainty.
Then why was the mausoleum made?

Up near the burning sky
the sun was closing shop. The stings
were still buried in flesh of crucified man.

Poems were becoming heavy.
Difficult to understand the muse of
fallen titan. Do you believe in resurrection?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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