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Effect Divine
Where have the words gone?
Emptied vocabulary I wonder!
I can’t frame a single praise…
Biscuits she offered me politely
I had only peanuts to exchange.
I looked a savage in my own eyes
And she, a harbinger of change.
No thoughts about her for days together
Although she is cynosure of my eyes,
My stillness added to the inner solitude
Yet couldn’t create the effect...
Wednesday 4th November 2020 12:20 pm
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