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Jun 2019
It might be warmth
buried deep into the winters.
or the last azalea
standing against the autumn.

Might be a rare constellation
seen by hopeless drunk lovers
or the sight of an oasis
to a lost drowsy caravan.

Hope can be fragile
yet it won't be nulled.
It won't be lost.
Written by
Parth Jain
128
   Bogdan Dragos
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