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Sep 2019
Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall
and watch sunset.

Body speaks to soul,
interpreting eternity.
Something doesn't die.

Whom to call in dark
when you blow-off the lantern?
Hail the arrow man?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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