A stream-of-consciousness blog about life, food, language, and the painfully beautiful world we often overlook.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Rithubhedam
Gone.
It was a soft feeling
lingering on.
The soft scent of Summer
as it comes to a close.
A final chord,
hanging in the air.
One last look,
a wave.
Gone.
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