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A cross stick

Sometimes the nights get too dark
Unlit clouds glide through new mooned sky
Despaired lonely heart weeps blood
Drops of salt choke the numb goodbye.
Hold on then to the trembling strings of faith
A sun will rise, this darkest night will die…

Author: monami mukherjee

Poet, Blogger, Undergrad Professor. Literature and film enthusiast. Excited about both critical and creative writing.

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