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Apr 2017
he sat alone by the stone
which read his beloved's name
he looks around and analyse
"it is black and white day today"
and in grief he raised his palm
nothing but a snow flakes
that lands, white as a sand.
It weeps into teardrops
along with him..
imnthea
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