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As the night justgot stuck onto youI try harderto pluck the dayout of the moon-tree.It is then a thousand sunswither like autumn leavesonly to make yo..
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It takes exactly the same timeas drinking a cup of teato write a poemAs one takes a sipthe words fall into placeone after anotherAnd then a poemjust s..
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The pre-eternal silencewas just waitingoutside the door.The yet-to-be born momentgrew more curiousof all the possibilities.And then...BANG...She jumpe..
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Words were the onesthat left the place firstand thenthe meanings.Following that happenedthe death of the poem.Much laterMayan started playingchase and..
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As I was telling youabout the mirrorthat reflects a mirror,a star appearedreflecting the smilethat filled your lips.Then you gave me the jobof countin..
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Having some pre-monsoon rains,our farmers tilled their parched landand sowed the precious seeds.But then the monsoonevaded their rain shadowed land.I ..
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You are the only onewho could recognisethose numerous lightsin my darker sky.Still, I am trying in a hurryto conceal the skyin an abandoned nest.Now, ..
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It's with the knack ofan elegant tigressthat your eyes approach me.With this burning desireto be a beast again,I every timejump off my safety,just to ..
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Silenced bythat morning's pink sun,her mother wassitting calmwhen I visited themlast evening.I saw the girllooking at the skyand counting.'Are you cou..
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'It's the same sun
but another day',
she was trying to
convince the child
this morning.
'No, mom!
It's the same day
but another sun',
said t..
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