Circles

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    • Takes an empty soul
      At the brink of a poem
      To fill with some nectar and few inches of life

      A very poor soul
      Buys not that what is sacred .

      There were some drops that hands that work had collected and shared
      Nectar
      From fields very distant

      When none knew how
      He gave her bangles of them!

      Others
      don’t hear the bangles when they make their poems together
      Circles of love..

      He, her, poems, bangles, nectar, life….. …. .

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