Strangers
(there will be time)
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Some place,
only high winds know,
a battlefield emerges
and a feisty stranger.
Soft colors go up like mist
from the flutter of a butterfly's wings
murmurs as soft as summer
travel miles as bespoke words -
I look in awe, changed
how resolutions are unique, as in resolve.
It's only life, she types out a message,
my stories are more than of scrambles,
I'm touched by the wonder of wonder,
spring is still a friend of my autumn.
And I look at her face - that cut, those eyes,
and I know there's light she's collected
from her births and her years,
to be emitted when times are dark.
We will meet one day, she says,
there's so much lucence to share,
so much darkness to dispel.
- words of Sunil Bhandari
(there will be time)
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Some place,
only high winds know,
a battlefield emerges
and a feisty stranger.
Soft colors go up like mist
from the flutter of a butterfly's wings
murmurs as soft as summer
travel miles as bespoke words -
I look in awe, changed
how resolutions are unique, as in resolve.
It's only life, she types out a message,
my stories are more than of scrambles,
I'm touched by the wonder of wonder,
spring is still a friend of my autumn.
And I look at her face - that cut, those eyes,
and I know there's light she's collected
from her births and her years,
to be emitted when times are dark.
We will meet one day, she says,
there's so much lucence to share,
so much darkness to dispel.
- words of Sunil Bhandari
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