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The summer rose


08.03.16 Posted in today's words by

The summer rose
By Santosh Kalwar

Do not mourn,
She is a bare branches of a tree
even though the summer is green
unescapable November rain.

Now is the time to
renew your alter self,
on this night of the magic:
become a puff of snow,

cover yourself
under the darkness
become first days of—summer rose
wake up and glow, grow



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