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Nov 2013
Wild profusion of mad red 'flame of the forest' flowers,
a roaring fire they create, which the sun stokes further
a white stork, tired after a lonely flight, crossing  long distances
dive in to that pyre; unawares or fulfilling a suicidal desire?
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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