on the soil of unuttered words.
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You are a memory clip
Never to erode nor to fade.
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ଆମ ଗଲା ରାତି ସ୍ମୃତି,ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେ ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେଏ ଗୋପନ ଦାଗଗଲା ବସନ୍ତ ର ଗୀତି ।।
Love
Of pages unreadWith chapters of seasonsMysterious.
War is a fishing net
from swimming across borders.
Like the grunting of camels
My lonely island heart nailsthe harbinger who shone, as moon stallsthe far western sky, when night falls.
So many days,
Have drifted down and bystill and calmly.Like theseForgotten kissesUnder the grey shadeOf Mahogany inA summer day.