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Late

He is late As usual She is late Unusual She remembers Their first date He was late And usual is Established! He is late As usual She is late Unusual He remembers Their first argument Their fear She was late … Continue reading

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They met!

They met eventually In a jumble sale Under a bridge By the busy river The endless traffic On land, on water The opposites of one! They met accidentally In a jumble sale He was looking for a jumper She was … Continue reading

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Winter, summer

A little man made of dusty water! The dusty water once got constipated Over wet sand and dirt And so gathered its stodgy shapelessness Into a bulk of human appearance And got garnished with snowflakes. A little man made of … Continue reading

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Summer, winter

Her name is Summer Always arguing for winter Even in the mist of blizzards A case of wishing for the opposite The unreachable. In winter she remembers Her name with nostalgia Always arguing for winter But it is here she … Continue reading

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Water on the roof

Reflections sparkle in the morning sun On the roof Frozen and flowing crisis larking about On the roof Staring eyes bouncing pupil fixated On the roof Frozen and flowing crisis lurking about On the roof Accumulating thoughts running around On … Continue reading

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On her lips

A bamboo pen writes On her lips shades of color appear An apple breaks sweetness I imagine love but never Experienced the feeling in A kiss planted on Her lips part and close A tulip in spring time revives A … Continue reading

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Strangling breath

In the heat Two smells emerge Over powering the senses In the heat The sun boils the skin And leaves target marks for wasps In the heat The sweat fills the locker rooms The perfumes kill the ozone zone And … Continue reading

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