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between muse and words, lost...finding...

sreeja
sreeja
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till the end of the silence
till the length of that gaze

it hanged on tightly

then it dropped down as

                     a tear;

                        h

                        o

                        p

                        e

like the man whose eyes

                        bind muse and words

for the girl, her whole world,


                          left silently….




between muse and words, lost...finding...












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