May 2020
Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.
The moonflowers
are in full bloom, opening
at dusk till noon.
In the morning
I will unlock the moon
to go back its home.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.
The moonflowers
are in full bloom, opening
at dusk till noon.
In the morning
I will unlock the moon
to go back its home.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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