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The Flickering Flame
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Satish Verma This pain was a newcomer,
loading the songs of fire and sea.
Today only a silhouette walks with me.
In black light I miss your
glittering smile, and I was only
for you shuddering in summer.
What one needs now, when
ancestors watch your golden skin and wonder,
from which side, moon will rise.
