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To swim, swam, swum

Posted to Action Poetry




She
is
safety.
The wonder of a night,
memorying a warm day,
Colours the stars
Purple. Pink. Or green,
whatever matches the mood of the evening.

Here,love
is
made.
Not by craftsmen,
Or by God or Shiva.

By the night and me,
memorying you,
and this warm, memorable day.