Anchala
J
James McLain
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She was smiling
but her voice kind was stern.
When I came to her
I felt relieved,
that she was calm.
Wet the sand if comes a storm.
And while upon a dune, I stand,
because across the open plains
winds loved only this her blue
rose, 'Anchala...........
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