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The darkness around me was adoring me,

I was moon there who was free.

To love, to live, to be!

The sun was shining even when I was sorrowful after arose,

Inside me, there was a glow.

Nobody noticed I wasn’t a growing tree.

The stars I dropped like teardrops,

in the land vacant they overlooked.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t a beautiful soul

For people possessing me!

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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