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Changes Unnamed | A Poem by Pratika Gupta

Seasons changed, transient senses
with sounds of dropping;
my spirit arouses the vibrations of the past.
Tonight my passion and love are rolling down my cheek, thoughts going for an endless walk.
I grabbed the bottle to sip some water though my thirsty throat is
overwhelmed with sounds,
This southwest wind brought a new fragrance, dripping my
passion from death to life…
Rustling of black birds in black surroundings supporting the blackness of my life
Vision rises, the tampered vision that once I had put on to elude.
None can extinguish the fire in me.

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