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Dec 2
Beyond the collective breath of seas and forests,
in the breathing wind,
with the smell of wild, bright life,
wrapped in the thirst of longing,
his soul met hers.
She did not shrink or tremble
But slipped into a perfect silence
and held that scared and ecstatic hour
when they met soul to soul.
Written by
Hema Savithri  F/India
(F/India)   
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     Rick, Zeno and ImosyrroS
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