Monday 9 November 2015

The Spell..



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Whirling but, 

Fragrant winds 

 

Unsettling, 

Darker clouds

 

Lightening roots,

And deafening thunders 

 

I forget, emphatically

The unopened umbrella

 

As I wait, breathlessly 

For the first shower 

 

In me, 

The hidden child

 

Momentarily reborn

Into a trance... 

 

As I deluge,

The monsoon...




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