Her Music
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Anil Kumar Panda
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through the night she plays the music
with her tired hands she pulls the strings
the obstinate wind comes flowing
through the foliage behind my windows
my veins get swollen
is it for me or for the lone moon meandering
silently across the cloudless sky
the wind gulps down the notes
in which may be she would have sent
the love to me in this sleepless night
Bu şiiri puanla
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