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Ramya Oct 2018
A moment that I fill with you
Turns into an oceanful tear yet
Explodes into a bellflower blossom.
I leave it gently at your doorstep.

Your silence behind the door
Filled my room with words.

But oh, I failed to see
A whole garden that burgeoned
At your doorway as a reply.

— The End —