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When you are first friends ,
Then lovers,
You tend to look over the dilapidated fence,
At the garden.
8/11/2020
Poetry happens when you tame doubts
with wine or **** or a broken ego that
demands attention. Meet me in our bed.
We'll settle scores and compromise.
The sun has miles to go
As it smiles in the wispy sky

The rains have paved way for winters
Morning mists, dewy flowers and leaves

My heart set
in the month of November

Lights up with the lit lamps and sky lanterns

Brings in the Festival of Lights
Special occasions and blessings
Pleasant evenings and celebrations


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The night
holds its breath
watching people
walking in stealth
whispering
to one another-
it hides away
when a torch
shines in its way
but reappears later

it will not sleep
stories it must gather
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