satishverma
Winter Solstice
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The chase, the speed― 
the kill. How far you go to―
retrieve the dead horse
from the river.
Floating bridge, I
wanted to drink the
moon in red.
The chimes would not
winter― in falling snow.
Can you bring me some hot blood?
The ceramic arms spray
the liquid memories on the
grass, all night.
Later when the sky
fails, I will bring the
sun to wipe out the tears.
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