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SO PREHISTORIC Bodhisattwa Parekh The stone takes breath slowly. The sun draws blood from the reddish giant fern. A shadow moves, heavy footsteps on damp earth. No clock is ticking. Only the distant roaring, A sound older than memory. Dust settles thick on bones not yet dust. Silence is waiting. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |