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After Words

 

There has been

Much talking between us.

 

In the while

A spring has gone

The moon had lived and died

Many times.

 

It is time now for quiet.

 

I have forgotten the stories

I brought you,

Forgotten the songs

That brought you.

 

Today I bring

Only earth,

Sky,

Air,

Water,

And a little fire

 

Love see, and desire these

In me.

   

Poem by Arvind Joshi

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Taken on October 12, 2008