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Jul 2020
beneath the liquid ripple
of water passing endless
pleasant over pebbles
I stop to listen to the stream
and fleeting as the breeze
my thoughts were lost
amongst my ease
now only the gray-faced moon
does sojourn at my sleeve
Written by
Ron
21
   Imran Islam
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