Until we step out and test the waters of our talents
feel the rush of the present rip through us,
we live only a little.
Watch for these sanctified moments;
They come—
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Coral Blues, Poetry by Zitin Bhan
Somewhere deep below the blue seas
a coral sings
trapped in the eerie
that a pagan brings
