After almost ages, the moon's spell descended
    to live on water.
    And the long girl in rustic hairs walked into it
    Purnima....listen....Purnima

    Someone mentioned Jamuna
    Darkskinned Jamuna, who coerced me into her
    dark world of dark gaze of dark blue edges
    The shadows that moved like secrets in the pine forest
    Seemed dark, too
    Melatonin burned, Jamuna seemed and felt like
    real Jamauna

    Suddenly, after ages, the moon's spell descended
    To live on water.

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