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Aug 2014
O flower of the night, with sigil so bright
sing me a song, of times long gone
when the wind was free, to swirl in glee
when the heart felt peace, like somber trees

O river of the dark, so slow yet stark
allow me in, to your depths within
drive me afar, where the sun is a star
show me solace, in your watery embrace

O crystal of the earth, of infinite worth
harden me so, till I can't feel the woe
touch me soft, yet make brittle my soul
so it shatters soon, and I can start anew
This is my plea to her, to give me peace, so I can start afresh.
Siddharth Penmetcha
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