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Sep 2017
A teardrop
stays
long suspended
in my eyes
stubborn not to spill
I wait for a wind
to shake it loose
in the dead of the night
to empty me
of my agony
to feel waking
out of a nightmare
to a sunlit
clear morn
Valsa George
Written by
Valsa George  India
(India)   
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