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The Soaring Swallow…
I see that swallow soaring in the sky,
For the first time I could hear her cry.
Under the cool silver light of the stars and the moon,
A desire buried in her to see her love soon.
Lost as ever like that swallow’s flight,
I live with this desire of seeking you every single night…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
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