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Dec 2014
There
are no
words
I can rote
to eloquently convey
what I can
with the rise
of one finger
whilst on the stage
under the spotlight
and the silhouette'd audience
titled.

The finger trembles
in the dark.

The silhouettes blurs
after the spark.
Written by
Meenakshi Iyer  India
(India)   
390
   Prabhu Iyer and Janine
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