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Jun 2020
That same miracle,
Singing to my ears,
And there were tears,
Dripping on the shackles.

Heard it in the garden,
Somewhere on the moon,
In this quiet room,
Leaking rays of the sunlight.

Never once I danced to it,
But my feathers were swaying,
As though grazed by the wind.
I tried to dance along,
I tried to dance,
I tried to,
I tried.
Goddess Rue
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Goddess Rue  20/F/Malaysia
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