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May 2019
A clear sky to sit
under the stars, in your gaze
to find missing moon.

Keep it to yourself
what I gave you in the shell,
a pearl, dream and ash.

Landscape was haunting.
The truth gives a loud call,
like a big flying owl.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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