Write me a poem,
under the flickering candle.
Moon will not come tonight.
*
I was very sad today.
Could not find the vault
where I had kept your prints.
*
Not far from the lake
where we used to walk,
a blue bird has arrived.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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