The call never came

Thinking nights cannot easily sleepFull of dark secrets in the bellyThat rise as smoky-eyed dreams,When awareness takes an abrupt turn.The tree stood mute by the templeA man cogitated on the verandahAnother, on his knees, stared at the riverAn old man squatted, his head bent,Among turbaned men of another time,Awaiting the call from across the river.Actually [...]

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