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THE FLAMING FOREST

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THE FLAMING FOREST I moved out of the flaming forests Of…

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চোখ না কালো দীঘিসেই দীঘি…
The Ascent

The Ascent

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In the middle of the forest, the quiet cenote bubbled over, Sky curdled; like curds and whey, the clouds parted. The quiet waters, danced, as the frenzied dome

Spirits

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Many spirits have lived here, It’s nooks and corners all too familiar; Life gives up it’s ghost in despair Like the carcass of the bird lying,