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Wednesday 4 February 2009

Unbound!!

Brown was this pen to be found
Blue was this page to be Crowned

Swift sways the final print so sound
Adrift swings the breeze unbound

Brisk was the pace of humans
Crisp was the synth of demons

Far & Beyond cries the sailor
Near & Surround croons the singer

Music flow so smooth inline
Beats strung up in this stand of time

Distant seems the lands so close
Here I am singing an ode of the gallows.
Ajay Padattil
02/06/08

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