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Jan 2021
A sparrow tries to catch
an arrow in air, that hurts her wings.
Why were you different from others.

There were many pains
to understand each other.
Behind the mirror no one stands.

The soul does not die.
Becomes a cloud to marry a hilltop,
where you will wait for the moonrise.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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