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Feb 2019
Standing in the wet
stones in rain, cursing winds,
that had stolen sun.

Why do I wait for
you, when you had sealed the-
secrets of golden fall?

Nostalgic walk in
woods to catch the fairies
sitting on toad stools.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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