I understand she said
as she turned and left.
Droplets of white
slipping down the window,
circles of air
with smudges of green in the background.
The sun peeped
for a moment
it shone and retreated.
Like a long forgotten morning
on a cold autumn day
in the shade of some unknown tree;
leaves of green.
I had written to you
and realizing your insolence
torn it to shreds.
Praise never affected the scornful
unmindful of their own souls
they are like stone.
Flint struck to make fire
blood spilt to make peace
smoke fills the inner sanctuary
fuel from familiar tree’s.
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i yam lowwing it yo!
sandra’s close-up
i realise this is a bit seductive- call it ‘revenge against romal’
rain girl
shucks – i am gonna die only
after the rain
converse!
amsterdam rain
rain, rain – go away
if only 
much love,
vimal
