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Of being

Posted on March 7, 2016 by

****I revised this poem. *** In the US of Us. Neither flat nor sharp, Rather – harmonic. Sound of rose unfolding, Towards kiss of summer Morning sunshine. Whisp of candied Monarch, Pandering on The garden walk, Lazily dabbling each bloom. … Continue reading →

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