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Jun 2017
You drank me in such style,
like a glass of vintage wine.
I could see your eyes acquiring
a special skill, at the moment
they set on me and then
your face attains a sheen.
I had the realization,all of a sudden
that this yen is no momentary affair.

See how years have flown!
As itΒ Β goes on aging, the wine
is becoming more sought after.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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