Come, sit beside me
fed up with this living
ye ,- yet the last hope
ii..
Sky wrapped in grief
dark cloud descends
to console the captive Earth.
iii.
Cosmos evolves and Space expands
galaxies dance with steller bloom
I am sent to witness and report .
iv
Those who can clip a flower
to please the lover
are murderers too. ( written in April' o3)
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