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The City Will Not Sleep
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Satish Verma I see you in my arms
when you bloom like the hawthorn,
mayflower after making it to the peak.
You exist because the moon
exists. The tyrant of time will not die
easily. Solitude prints a saga.
A mystic romance flourishes.
The moonlight comes on tiptoes
to kiss the sleeping deity out of the temple.
