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Apr 2017
Her
She,
a porcelain worker.
her hair
dripped in soothing perfume
lies
behind the lonely river
to watch
the skies reach out to her.
and bring
young dazzling memories
of past lovers.

Her joy
is also in the night
that embraces the blazing fire
within
and bring
stars that would never stop shining.
Her ferocious love
away from the sun
is magic in this long night.

In the distance
flowers in her garden
bloom at the sight of the stars
and dance
in the sound of the universe.
Written by
Apoorv Shandilya
330
   Maggie
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