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May 2020
I went up to the hills
One freezing december twilight,
Crushing Red Campions under my feet
While ensuring acute frostbite.

By the time I reached midway
She came sliding down,
Casting her mysterious spell
Enveloped the whole town.

She was perilously fascinating
In her own murky fold,
One by one, the trees disappeared
Then the road across the Wolds.

I watched her grow dense and dark
Meanwhile, she concealed the peaks and the valley,
I wanted to embrace her pure seclusion
When she hid behind a crack in the alley.

The Nighthawk and the Owl
Were thrilled with mirth,
As she lied whole night
Upon the moisture-laden Earth.

The Sun came out and was full of glory
But in vain it flashed it's pallid beams,
Wild birds lost their way in skies
Frogs cuddled up with shiver near streams.

Unexpectedly but gently, she decided to retreat
After garlanding the dews on the grass,
Leisurely, she started to uplift herself
From asphalt roads, rooftops and monumental brass.

I perceived her celestial fragrance
When she was falling apart,
I still yearn for her longing
For she has robbed my heart.
Written by
Gurpreet Kaur  F
(F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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