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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