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The cold mornings

walking on the emerald grass

I see the dewdrops

twinkling like stars

I roam under that vast roof

you call sky

Sweet memories of you

a soft gush of wind

that passes by

I touch

the drops of rain

as gentle as your lips

on my palm

I see those webs

entangled

like the thoughts of you

inside my heart

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Shristi Shrestha

A free soul who has pledged to write more often. Enjoys writing poems, fiction and informative articles on tech and productivity.