ritamvara
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Acceptance I must be the heavy globe of hydrangea, always bowing by summer’s end. Must be salt, like sadness at a burning city, an ethical disobedience. I must be a violet thorn of fire. These days I don’t taste good, but I must be singing and boneless,... – *by Ritamvara Bhattacharya*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating

I must be the heavy globe
of hydrangea, always bowing
by summer’s end. Must be salt,
like sadness at a burning city,
an ethical disobedience. I must be
a violet thorn of fire. These days
I don’t taste good, but I must
be singing and boneless,...

– by Ritamvara Bhattacharya

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