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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.

She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.

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I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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