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Aug 2013
In the sunshine she stood
And then she was gone
Yet she’s there for good
I see her off and on.
Her face is dolled goodness
Her smiles drip moonlight
She quietly leaves her trace
In my dream’s fancy flight.
She salvages me from pain
From wildly raging storms
Inside me she remains
A healer in many forms.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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