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Apr 6
You smell like gardenia
as in late spring.

I'm walking away
for I might pluck thee
& you’ll wither by dusk
after a day.

For thy sake
I'm walking away
& waiting for another
fierce bloom of May.
Written by
Sunamin Tamang  17/M/Nepal
(17/M/Nepal)   
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