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Aug 26
Gleaming like the vista of Dusk,
I wish he was not my crux
For it may douse the glimmer of smile and trust
And cast a smothering darkness of distrust

Willow trees brush their leaves
Against a stone engraved with a secret--
Only between you and me,
A secret of an immortal tryst
Asmita Ray
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Asmita Ray  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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