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Mar 2021
With the break of dusk,
when the tangerine sun
shall flare up
the mighty vast ocean,
there shall we stand
and watch the seagulls
returning home
flying in the air (golden).
We too shall return
to our small cabin
and i shall be too keen
to make sure the last voice before my sleep
is from you...

vargov
ᴠᴀ𝔯ɢᴏᴠ
Written by
ᴠᴀ𝔯ɢᴏᴠ  19/M/India.
(19/M/India.)   
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