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• Serene and satiny uneasy things, Wraps in the breath of sea, to which I keep my seasons naked with bruises, So you could be calm when you find me . and slow down the season, With the sky in your eyes , In simple expression , So that I can fly . to a quiet place for us , Where we are restless , But our pieces remain together, when we grow as birds gather . ____________________________ - © The Himalayan Messiah

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Date: 11/15/2020 3:14:00 AM
This poem has a touch of sadness... Expressed so well..
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Book: Shattered Sighs