Condensation Poem by Satish Verma

Condensation

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A butterfly
in a bell jar.
All I know, we understand
each other.

There was no sun
at midnight.
Only a blue black
dilemma of―

the sky, to burn
like human combustion.
I am ready to start
a journey with sunbeams.

Monday, April 18, 2016
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Edward Kofi Louis 18 April 2016

To start a journey with sunbeams! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Akhil Raveendran 18 April 2016

GOOD ONE... THANK YOU

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