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Apr 2017
Without rush
It is accretion

Not blinding light

The beauty,
Enlightenment
Comes slowly

Like a spring flower

And falls
Quickly away

To floor
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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     ---, Kelly Rose and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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