In every moment
my weakness will hang. Who wants to
become a prophet.
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Come in my vision
to pine for the eternal bliss
of waning pink moon.
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Can you walk with wind?
In summer night to talk with
humming fireflies?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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