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Jul 2018
Swiftly blows the scent of rain
borne by wind and sun
across a deep and trackless sky
where clouds in legions run.
Soon at night will sail the moon,
a ship of burnished brass,
upon a sea of ink with stars
that flicker as they pass.
Written by
Sinjun  M
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