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May 19
You came closest to me.
Brilliant stars came in between us.
Now one by one each star is burning.

A poet was a mystic
to find the difference between birth and dying.
And he left the body untold.

I am not getting
the peace by waterfall from the eyes
of an extraordinary winter of poems.
Written by
Satsih Verma
53
   Mike Adam
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