Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Poem 273 - Bones Of The Past

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Some bones of the past
Prove a lions existence
A chill through my spine

Middle of forest
Now I think; could it be,
Some cannibals?

Nature's man-eaters
A bigger chill, through my spine
I fled from the place
~Gaurang Rao

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