The spill overwhelms-
the bank. The fish
will meet the mates.
*
Fireflies outstretch,
in green blaze, igniting
the extinct flame.
*
It is September, and
I need you, for
a final rendezvous.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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