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  by Prakash Kona

Death gave form to words
    uttered in a dream,,
Liberated from life my words
    laugh with the sun,
A languorous day on this street
    has just gone by
Quicker than a meteor,
    lighting sad worlds
With an intense joy that is
    another word for pain.

Copyright © 2005 by Prakash Kona

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