Sunday, December 4, 2022

My April's Twenty Two Candles Comments

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Ten numb fingers desiring to feel the warmth of the hot tea cup
Would you pour a bit of you in my dreams, when my weary soul drowses off?
The eclipse sky waits for you to raise your toes,
Frozen ground says,  "oh! Feel the wind on your skin, when it blows".
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Soumili Karmakar
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