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Mar 25
A little wave, it dared to rise,
Reaching out for moonlit skies.
The moon’s soft pull, a gentle plea,
Yet Earth’s grip whispered, "Stay with me."

Still it leapt, defying fate,
A dream too vast, a loss too great.
I watched it try, then fade away—
A fleeting hope  never fails.
Chetan
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Chetan  23/Two-Spirit/End of cosmic slap
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