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Goswamivijay 2009
In
a dark cave
Flows
a dark river.
And on
Its stony bank
there sits
a man,
Old
as the sun
Or
Older,
Weaving
a yarn
Of
rainbow
And
humming
a song.
But
the blind,
Deaf
fish
that swim
in
the stream
See
neither
yarn
nor man,
Nor hear
his
everlasting
Song
Goswamivijay 2009
@goswamivijay · 1 day ago · Poetry
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In a dark cave flows a dark river, And on its stony bank there sits a man, Old as the sun— or older, Weaving a yarn of rainbow and humming a song. But the blind, deaf fish that swim in the stream See neither yarn nor man, Nor hear his everlasting song.
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