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Dying Life Waits…
I call for you all day and night,
Looking at the same clouds in the sky…
They roll so quickly over the horizon,
I wonder if they brought my message to you…
My voice soars but then dies in my throat,
All I can do is lay the tapestry of my poems for you…
In this silence of nature a dying life now waits,
To go to the bosom of this earth beyond all the time…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
