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May 2016
He was the wind, raging and all
until he rushed into love
And then he just drifted, calm and loose
like a leaf whose time had come...

She was a wildflower, rooted firm
until she was caressed by love,
then envy crept in and made home,
And she stood there stripped of her petals
Written by
Siddhartha Shankar Bose  Jaipur, India
(Jaipur, India)   
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