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Now and Then
Roses in the hedge
scattered prodigally,
eye and heart filled.
Poetry?
This year…
beauty is not enough,
truth too difficult,
too many questions begged,
undefined terms—‘love’.
I fall silent.
Death one would think is
a fact one can’t disguise,
especially violent
death. But have I learnt
to look it in the face,
the disfigured face?