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The Super Moon
No moon can ever
Match in size or brightness
The moon that fills me
Sometimes copper coloured
Most times like milk poured into
Large round vessel
No super moon can
Beat that magic-moon that spelt
Two heart as one
The moment slipped
The sea gulped the moon and belched
My heart, its abode
poem
by
Indira Babbellapati
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