On the way
back
Red sneaking
under the red fabric
Sprinkled
vermilion on reddened nose
Crimson lips
matching the twelve-yard border
Evening sky
didn’t turn to them for color
It was
connected to the gray inside
On the way
back
Red sneaking
under the red fabric
Sprinkled
vermilion on reddened nose
Crimson lips
matching the twelve-yard border
Evening sky
didn’t turn to them for color
It was
connected to the gray inside
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wow. this is nice…subtle yet the meaning shows out nicely…
im glad u like pune..i like the city too…the food tho is nothing like im used to!!
miss cal tho.
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