Five Poems III
Water
 

...

they were
stones

with cracks
written on their faces.

It was
Noon

May be..

'I' saw the mirage.

It was a desert...

life?

It was there
it may halt there
for a while.

Stones won't forget
the frozen water

writing cracks
on their faces
in the ice age.

...

 

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