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Kisses

Dangling her weary hand
out of the ancient window,
trying to catch raindrops
from the unexpected drizzle,
she dreamed of kisses
the colour of sunset,
Unexpected
Espresso flavoured…

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2 Comments

  1. Manu Sudhakar Kurup says:

    Nothing ever makes an Espresso better than the faint smell of rain hitting the ground. Your poem is just that…

    Like

  2. musingmaiden says:

    Lovely … (Maybe the mention of raindrops and espresso biased me 😛 )

    (P.S. : It’d be nice to contact you, but asking for info makes me feel like one of those spammers and the people (trolls? or just bots?) who comment on people’s blogs saying, “Do you want money? Your website is interesting. Would you be interested in content writing? Please visit or call .” 😛 I replied to your comment on ‘Ancient Promises’, though 🙂 )

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