The Friendly & The Unfriendly Communion
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The stars have gone wild and invisible,
the moon hides its weak face
behind patches of cloud, The moth hour has buried the old sun in a dark graveyard where the wild stars have been coffined before.
Wild the night
and the spirits wilder roaming in a cyclonic orbit, I know the stars, the moon and the sun all befriend when the spring heralds and goes on to the last breath of its longevity.
But I don’t care
whether it is spring or winter, whether the stars are wild or mild, I keep going on
though the going gets tough.
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Tuesday 1 September 2009
Poetry 2009 ThirdPrize Aliya Khan
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