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A collection of contemporary and classic poetry — gathered like wildflowers, pressed between pages, offered to whoever wanders by.
“The moon remembers the night
even when the night forgets
the shape of the moon.”
— ShuVo, Do You Remember?
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“Many one may b the specials for u. Let me be the one who lives like ur special ordinary !!...”
“Like the last trembling flame of a dying lamp, effort and struggle keep it alive, cupping their hands around what little light remains.”
Not every weather lives in the sky.
Some feelings find their way to us through words.
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