satishverma
Silvereyes
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Breaking the silence 
you speak in velvety tone.
The hunter has been hunted.
I return your pride
in the hands of monolithic world.
There were other globes
beyond the sun, past
the vocabulary.
When thoughts become a
song, peace comes back and you
can see the distance
between the stars.
Evading the nuances, white
stones manipulate the commerce
of truth. I remain empty handed
to understand the meaning
of shade.
I will bring a canvas
for you. We will paint together a
serene lake!
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