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medha Mar 2016
There is sacred geometry
in the way she moves;
and as I meet her transfixed gaze
I know in my heart, I am doomed.
medha Mar 2016
In the midst of sorrow and pain
she waits for closure, but in vain
reaching out for something to ooze
sense of her nocturnal blues.

— The End —