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On Shashan

The eyes, the smile, the locks on her face,
Her gestures, soft, in delicate grace
I’ve never met, yet feel I’ve seen,
A vision caught in a fading dream.

On Shashan’s peak, I stand alone,
Gazing where the 14th moon is shown.
Hoping to find her, I stay there
Was I deluded? Was I even there?

Whatever it was, felt good in my mind,
The emotion? Can’t be defined.
I don’t know. How did I feel?
Yet in that moment, it felt so real.
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