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AgingI forget namesWith me the earthPerhaps untimelyLurkingFor a fistful of skyStill blueThe leavesFondle theBrusque breezeScorchedWounds learnTo heal inflamedMourningin silenceFrozenAs the glaciersOught to beI embraceWhat they sayNothingnessShared with Poets And Storytellers United...

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Geetashree Chatterjee

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