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I met a stranger in the twilight sky,

Wrapped in a blanket my grandmother knitted white.

A ticklish feeling I felt, seeing that star near my light,

I went back home as I was intoxicated and wild.

Fantasies kept us awaken, him and I,

I asked my clouds to rain as it was unusual being his side.

The downpour kept us awaken,

a minute later I saw him leaving,

My moon flew away seeing the daybreak.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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