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Jun 2021
he gazed at the sky
humming a lullaby of archaic times
suddenly there was a manifestation up high
of crescent moon playing holy rhymes
in the moment there was a pause
as if rhythm of time pulled back its claws
he was at last enlightened
to search the meaning of inner peace and crimes
Written by
Jehkaran Singh  18/M
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