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| Ignited Lines |
touched the soft mud
igniting the lines
in my palm.
Sun's brittle brightness falls,
earth evaporates
in a thin layer,
glazing a clear sky.
Aghast 1 am !
My flesh tingles.
A restlessness
empowers me
wanting the mud
once again
in a tight grip.
My fingers tremble
drinking the soothing vapours
emitted from the impressions
carved on my hands.
(From collection
"Ignited Lines")
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