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Little Boxes and Google Maps

The night vanishes like wounds, but nothing heals;
the poor walk like bruises.
The surprise diminishes like an echo,
races like an airship,
and beams pictures
like the googlemap
of those little boxes
where we struggle to arrive.

Copyright©2008, Debashish Haar 

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  • Sitara
    October 5, 2008
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    A bit bizzarre,yet resonates deeply ,touches the minds corners and makes me think