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Jul 2017
Tonight the moon will sit
on the gazobe,
to have a look at the sea, rising.

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On the night's shade
dewdrops will wait, till
morning glory blooms.

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It was a long night.
My lamp starts to flicker.
I hurry up to finish my poem.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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