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Rohan Nath May 2017
Mood of insecurity engages his appearance,
When he detects her loveliness by chance.
He remember the speckles of his surface,
Miles away from her celestial grace.

“How fortunate I am!” he whispered to her.
She responded to his emotion “Yes, we are!”
“Let my exterior be an illusion for others;
As you explore my soul and accept its scars…”

— The End —