The moonlight―
singed him at night.
How will you write a poem?
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Standing at window,
you watch a shooting star―
hearing a cuckoo’s two-note call.
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Picking red hollyhocks,
your face swims before me,
and fleeting time!
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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