Flying WordsThe shadow speaks the value of the trees.
The rolling drops of the tear bear the greatest power.
Pain awaits death to take its birth.
He cleans the glass to bring transparency across.
Wise man sees beyond the boundary.
Words by P K Padhy
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Written on 2010-05-08 at 09:30
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