oh now the slush
has begun to clear,
the mud settling down,
as the dirt disappears.
im waiting for the ripples to disappear,
the pain was seething
but now it is beginning to clear,
the butchers knife transforms into a feather,
as I see the butcher was always a raptor
on it
I will fly, now that the slush is clear.
© Sireesh. Y
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