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Sometimes you make my abdomen sense butterflies,

sometimes you disappear in the sky.

You are like the raindrop pouring in monsoon,

I fear if the monsoon will go, where will I belong.

I don’t have any emotions left to share, in my land,

there is no part left, you could have.

So why do I fear people leaving now

when everybody I once had, are all taken off or fled.

I have nonentity but me to admire,

everybody has to abandon someday,

you give yourself the warmth of the sun.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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