By the blue,
curling in rolling in and rolling back
Like tiny serpents creeping up
with stings poised
Pulled back to unseen depths
Golden myriads glistened
as in sunlight life lay
Bathing basking relaxing-
There is enough time !
Delicately exposed yearning for the tan
Tender petal like still, unaware lying
Ready bait for the brutal mind
It is My Time !
And from the shade , came not the coolness
But hot fire,blistering bodies in the sand
Not shielding from the sun-
Life so stilled as
Hot bullets rained sprayed from the gun
Then,
there was no time’
Then
there was no time’.
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