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Diary entry (edit) (Free verse) by richa
The omens gather like clouds:
A hefty wood pigeon
lands on a maple,
upsets the grin of a wet leaf,
rain falls on my head--
she is beautiful
the butterfly claps, earth
puts forth its crooked mirror.
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