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Jun 2018
Like smell of lemons cut in half.
Like pink, purle tainted dark skies
of  autumn.
A breath in search of me,
carrying with itself a familiar scent.
I remember what I once saw,
a long long time ago.
A few seconds of prodigious vision.
That faint smile,
those eyes showed me nothing.
I remember now how I died.
Ameen Haider Zaidi
Written by
Ameen Haider Zaidi  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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