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Jul 2019
First lilacs and now
morning glory, remind me of
your opening eyes.

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Where blue birds have
gone, wrecking glorious nest
in search of lightning?

*

Mirage was beautiful.
You were taking a bath by
moonlight in the lake.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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