Shared until our times,
There’s no going back,
Not on every past mistake,
Sometimes flames must burn weakly.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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THE FARTING ELEPHANT, Poetry by Trusha Navalkar
Shimmering sequins and clicking heels,
Chattering galore as I step into the room.
Ear-thumping music and disco lights
Conceal all the gloom and doom,
As folks whisper and glances steal.
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