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Jul 1
They could sip the stars like wine,
share silver secrets with moon,
and fold the night sky beneath their gaze.

How could I ever stand i chance;
when all the cosmos,
choose you as its home.
Written by
Benzene  Uttarakhand
(Uttarakhand)   
32
   ap and Weeping willow
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