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    2 poems – Megha Sood

    A thief called grief Grief always find its way like the water under the door an anxious child lost in the maze seeping quietly to places unknown it will sink and seep in your soul evade you at times. You…

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    Lost Home

      The wind has broken down a couple of times resting on my back giving me solace when in fact she needs it more than me wind, a carrier of good times doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss…

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