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Jun 2019
From the other you
comes a rapture of flame,
with blueberries.

*

The depth was in the
smoke, arising from burning
nest of nightingale.

*

At surface we meet,
divide the moments of lilies,
and then fly away.
Written by
Satsih Verma
87
     Bogdan Dragos, shamamama and ---
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