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at the end of
the mountain path
a vast web of constellations
stretched above
the naked cliff

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plain pastels
portray
the messages
veiled with
the blank face

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morning coffee
invites
silent dialogue of
half-opened
eyes and hearts

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Time,
almighty determiner
wipe off a face of woe
in memories
stay in weal

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the watercolour sky
brings
a pot of memories
tingling sensation
at the back of my eyes

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filling gaze
penetrating silence
momentary hesitation
in every move
intangibles touch the essence of being

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choked
in the lingering scent
of the last day of spring
cherry petals
are squashed
on the busy drive