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There in the tears of joy
Sings a round moon assuming
Calling to me come home
and be free
Never so astounding
the love flows unfounded
My dear one
won't you come home
Time is fleeting
for those that lingered
now hear they
are weeping
Oh , my dear one
be strong , have faith
let your soul come on home
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Emma
#3
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Emma
#3
bodies drop, no pulse
graves with no name inscribed on
downtown festive no more
With 54,938 cases, the state I live in is the state with the 3rd highest corona rate. The downtown of my city, which used to have plenty of events and people roaming the streets, is a ghost-town, something that never happened even when the marathon bombing took place. This virus is terrifying. Everyone, please be safe during these times. (I just made this haiku about 5 minutes ago. I actually meant to make a haiku for haiku day but forgot lol.)
Is it really weird to be weird?

I think it's weird not to be a bit weird.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Her soft touch
Warms my heart
She fills my life with
Happiness and joy
And the way she slowly
Kisses me,
One glance at her
And your in love
When she walks by
People stare at her she's beautiful
She's an Angel from above
She's the one I truly love
She's truly beautiful,
She fills my heart with
Complete desire
Her soft touch
Warms my heart
And sets my
Soul on fire.
My Heart 💗
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