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why do i promise myself
stars knit in a shawl
that will not ever crawl
over your eyes
or shoulders
will not even cover your head
on a rainy day
but then with my hand in your hand
i do not even care
if the footrpints will remain
on sand
fragile
unsure
to run away with the wind
or
embrace the shore
denuded by waves
that has now been abandoned,
 silted edges
empty gazes
donot ask me
who lent me the smiles
that beguiles the innocent
and trap the kind