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Oct 2015
Tiny words of sacred hearts
Quietly migrate from cells to cells
Blood to blood, inside mine and yours.

Monarch butterflies of July
Dip wings in roadside violet buds
With legs yellowed by wasted pollens.

Two journeys of love and life
Continue till one faces ending line
Spirits keep resonating with lost truth.
Sanjukta Nag
Written by
Sanjukta Nag  India
(India)   
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