With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
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Nonya was in a fugue. It was past midnight, and the night hung thick and dark. There was a gentle snowfall outside and her blue-black rose w...
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If someone attempted to compile a 'Top 20' from your blog, s/he would have a daunting task because of sheer magnitude and consistency of quality. But nonetheless, this poem would feature in that list!
Loved this poem !
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