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Sunday, 9 August 2015

Sands

Moist salty tang of the balmy moon breeze
Words tumbling around as clouds fly past

Didn’t you mail me that poem from a beach?
Posted by Sambit Kumar Pradhan at Sunday, August 09, 2015
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