Jun 6, 2009

Tribute to Jarawas

There are flying dancers in my head

They’re as gracefull as swallows

Dim light is yellowing the evening

They hide and seek as shadows

Darkening carved roasted stone

And brightened sharp angles stare

At our mellowing random fights

Time to purify and unify unicity.

Love grows when shared but

Life is lost when you are shared

Flesh and brain apart you are dead

Beware of danger and any stranger.

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