he was made to walk in
she, to welcom him
for her to experience
and understand

...the pangs
of longing
and
of seperation

she closed her eyes
and closed her diary
as a whiff of cool air
caressed her forehead
on a humid night...

18sep2010
11.09hrs

indira babbellapati

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