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Apr 2019
Sitting on the legs
of *******, a moon jumps
on the wailing earth.

The fire in eyes of
passion flower was ready
for crucifixion.

The snow on your lips
stays still, for the portrait of a
fall without autumn.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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