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Dream

by Venkat

2018-10-04

Pigs they oinked till late
Their mother’s scent wafted
Smoke rings up the air
Moon gave a sigh under the voices
They had no night to dream

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Posted on October 10, 2018 at 5:42 AM in Poetry, Venkat   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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