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Aug 2012
Wasn't it pure dream? every time, they made love,
she feared the unknown; saw omens in everything,
then the fateful day stealthily came,
*a black swan he became and winged towards theΒ horizon.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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