WHO AM I?
to you?
First satellite?
Lake to see your face?
wind to comb your hair?
chilling rain?
first co-walker?
reclaimed fire?
the one who
burn himself?
one who is
left after
everyone
disbursed
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-03-11 kl 04:26
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