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May 2020
You were the crayon suddenly
to my little empty box .
With what I drew &
coloured my dreams so often ;
On paper with folded edges
You gave me blues and hues ;
alchemized into a treasure map
To find solace in temporary places
Roses & thorns were still to love ;
In an endless landscape
You never asked what was it ,
That I was painting all along
But then you were fulfilling all
You said “ draw all your dreams,
and we’ll dwell in those together “
‘Cause yours & mine are the same.
Charu Sally
Written by
Charu Sally  22/F/India
(22/F/India)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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