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Sep 2020
The stale air still carried your scent to my inner muse
To flourish the dead feelings which once bloomed into a forest
Like the silence of a midnight street where even the lights flicker
Walks my two feet with my never ending shadow
Soaked in the moonlights dew, a humble handful residue
Of my dying love...


©Seema Sen, 2020
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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