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Sat Jan 02, 2016 9:48 am
Kritesh says...



she was on the window,
I was on the way.
she was busy,
I not.
she looked,
I loved.
as evening mist had made
the time colder,
she made me warmer.
she was smiling,
her smile was visible
in the low dim light though,
she noticed,
I confirmed.
again she smiled,
I reflected back.
  








Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
— Carl Sandburg