satishverma
Improvising
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Like a snake girl, 
the black tresses trailing
behind the heels.
The wavering moon was,
gliding in blue sky,
for a rendezvous.
The beds had
become obsolete. Time to
use oneiric rocks.
Faith was no
more relevant. Now
you hear the dreams.
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