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Apr 2018
frail the flower, that she held
her hands frailer still
when touched, a grody cold
a winter morning's chill

frail and fair, her skin felt
eyes closed; asleep
at life's wicked plan
how could I not but weep?
Vyakya
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Vyakya  M/India
(M/India)   
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