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Mar 2017
The black keys on the piano,
sung the melancholy song
that only I remembered,
along the sound of the kiss
on her voluptuous lips,
under the jittery aura of
The moon, that darkishly
lighted the trees of my lawn,
where I spent alone with her
fading memories, with the
her dried black rose,
smashed within her letters...
Budhaditya Bose
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Budhaditya Bose  India
(India)   
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