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Tuesday 17 January 2017

The Red Bangles


The tiny driblets
of the perturbed rain
cohered to the serene window,
revered it's placid opacity too.
The gust draped him with
a frisson of the yesteryear,
(entombed memories!)
when the red bangles
clinked from the
untouched manuscript of love.
V@@S...
-from the Red Bangles and other stories.

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