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Oct 2020
Like the first inspire of brisk, waking air.
The climbing Carpathian lantern of day.
I sip on tender herbs and taste the gentle stems
Of sensations gone astray.

I feel an awakening.
Sonorant
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Sonorant  35/M
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     ---, A, Weeping willow, --- and Eshwara Prasad
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