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Feb 2016
As he sits there alone, west wind blows with a hiss
That moment, brings to mind her searing, passionate kiss
See, how fast the river of life once brimmed dried up,
Yet the seeds of memories planted within the reach
As if in a safe,  atmosphere controlled green house still flower,
Once in awhile, though in faded colors just to please  him.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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