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SHE AMBLED THROUGH THE GATES She ambled through the gates without a knock For a queen was she Of celestial climes One glimpse of her face And the locks gave way In humble supplication.
A crevice in the embattled fort lit up A mushroom from out the decaying log bobbed up The mirage in the desert melted away And lo! Life youthful and benign Beckoned me to summits untouched.
I ride on the crest of her smile And before the voiceless wave dies Another to uplift me My solitude defies Leading me on these effervescent stairs She plants me there Where the gods reside.
My lips on her feet My homage describe For words shifty I dare not trust. ~Ravi Dhar~
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