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Secret Chambers

This dawn speaks, You are in a caravan
Through the long stretch of coconut grove And wades into the vastness of sand dunes You travel the breath of world
Yet I remember you, 
To capture  The mountains of Sumerians, To bring back The lobes of flowers  That fragrance the forest, And the painted pitcher That we loved once upon a time

Remember to pick the fragments  Which subsumed in the secret chambers
Of the fallen hair 
And withered flowers 
While dusk,  You were in a caravan.. 

~ Ahila..