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Sep 2020
Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.

Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?

Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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