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22nd day of March 2020

Hapless
by yours truly

It is ten in the evening,
Gazing at the sky bright and sparkling,
I wish for a shooting star,
To tell my desire,
For you to know I'm here even from afar.

Suddenly droplets of rain fall,
Night covered by darkness I dismal,
Twinging emotion I can say,
Torn my hope with dismay.

A cold breeze disperse,
My longing for you is such a curse.

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