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by Wei Santang / May 5th, 2024
Beneath the woven sky
toil hesitant hands
in streets emptied of time
by solitude and silence
Two by labour bound
sharing moonlight
in too distant lands
one brazen, one shy.
This article was posted on Sunday, May 5th, 2024 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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