of the ten minutes long walk
down the deserted autumn evening road
in the breeze, in the golden glow
of all things that I left behind
and all things that went past me
only a red petal that fell off a tree
that brushed my lips
before it touched the ground
stayed with me
Little Cloud Sky And The Cataract
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//B: :) thank you, Bhumika's bedroom! Are you a 'who' or a 'where'? :p
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