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Apr 12
will we drain the cup deeply
with its bitter herbs
champagne air rose
thronged on your tongue

will we breath the air
that,Β burns our lungs
be there smouldering ghats,
orange blossom for brides both
as eyes streamed

will we know another’s heart
although it hurts us, although our feet bleed, we break

amongst the slender dancing flowers
the broken glass once crystalline
of our mistakes

love makes a shining city
in a desert land, it is written
in every hand.
Written by
Sera  F/Horizon lines
(F/Horizon lines)   
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