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Jun 2021
Your soft voice
Is so gentle
A breeze under the door
A poppy on a green field
Wanting to get noticed

I try to hear
To grasp where it comes from
The life who carries that voice.
Like a bee under the wind
Wishing to get by
Doing her job

You say farewell
Like the last inch of a Sunset
on the Horizon
You leave a Purple tone
A screen of Beauty
in my Heart.
   Nishu Mathur
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