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Recurrence

October 20, 2016
By TheNVDN BRONZE, Agartala, Tripura, Other
TheNVDN BRONZE, Agartala, Tripura, Other
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A poem once written

In ink only tears bare

Was lost to feeble winds.

The poet lost to habit

Waited on the street.

The winds however, landed

On his coat that poem

He once held so dear.



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