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Jan 2021
I was doubly wretched
when you were gone,
at the end of the
very first chapter in my life.

That water-colored evening
had not vanished
from my memory
until now.

Over and over,
memories were blossoming
in my heart flower bed
without a disturbance.

Yet, I sit down
and writing our story,
with a pen
without an ink!
Written by
Rashmika Mandawala  34/M/Sri Lanka
(34/M/Sri Lanka)   
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