Final stage here and opening a new and bright, another place, another curtain.
Farewell.
Sonnet
night The moon was the closed eyelid
floating in the circus of nowhere and child
retained his hypnotic gaze wander
blinded star.
The night is a drugged
garden with scents of alchemy and chill shadows
and your child a star in the shop stuffed
fog of the past.
now lives in the moon watches
throwing his arrows poisonous
on the white dial of this dream.
This endless sleep you reap the
ash
golden stuff of which day were Owner.
Gaurav S.
to III.X.MMVI
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