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Aug 2019
It is, for me, the best remedy
of preoccupied minds
in expected rain of Saturday morning,
my hands wrap around the bowl
makes me feel present but nostalgic
whilst ruminating the days that will come
and the things that will never come
Written by
Knight of flowers
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   Bogdan Dragos
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