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From the front yard of my sandalwood garden
i find a hanging pendulum 
which tricks and drags my conscience
to a war field...
Nostradamus predicted a third war
which ended not in the sky scrapers
Along the coastline i see shadows
walking along with my ocean
You know
i have learned that language of dark beams
and seventh hell..
In cross roads there again
one factor remains  as a mystery
X means mystic unknown....
From known to the unknown mysteries
i walk towards east coast
to be with the horizon..


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