Yellow Desire
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Ashraful Musaddeq
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Altın Yaprak
Too close— but billion distance
Two high rises side by side
— Non-reachable
On the valley of your noose
A noon was bent differently
Yellow desire oozed on brows
Purple wind darker than grief
If midnight moon comes close
I’ll be a wild flower on hill foot
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