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Nov 2014
getting wet
alone
in moonbeams,
so, i am seen
soaked
like a solitary night--

digging
the heart
with crowbar of thought,
so, the gushing of
lyrics of tears--

able to wait
for the trilling notes
of dawn,
so, i can sprout up
like my belief--
prasad bolimeru
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prasad bolimeru
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