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Jul 2019
White plumerias fall
like moths fluttering the light
Of a crescent moon.
Moths started to fly over and around. I feel sleepy. I see a crescent moon. But I look at the white Plumeria flowers falling gently before everything else.
𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚢
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𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚢  seaside of wildflowers
(seaside of wildflowers)   
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