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Wash

Wash

Scorching   sun   unkind
Pouring   heat
Parched   my   mind
Increased   heart - beat

Faint   white   rare   clouds
On   blue canvas of the skies
That   afternoon   silence
Poured pains in my eyes

Far off seen slow
Steady   flow of river
Brought it down
My overall fever




On the barren bank
Brownish   rocklike boulders
Forceful striking movements
Of her stout shoulders

It was a pleasure
To watch her wash
But in store for rocks
Annoying   painful   bash


Made a dialogue
Her weird shoulders
With pains sustaining
Saint like boulders

Her rocky woes
Gave me a mental wash
In my heart
I did a dark wash


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