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Oct 2020
known to be a tangerine
in a garden of bristly weeds
she wears a sour overcoat
seeds of doubt housed in it’s core
when buried under dirt of past
sprout more of her kind at last
bloom along with chamomiles
under the evening sunlight
glistening after a rainy siesta
swaying to the tune of life’s fiesta
gravity is a friend of nobody’s
except the blind seed
that dreams of a tree
with eyes of hope which sees
Written by
tranquil  New Delhi, India
(New Delhi, India)   
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