Soliloquy
off late i haven't
spoken much of you
i have turned away
to dwell on mundane virtues.
the seasons turn
yellow sun to
showers green
i still pursue
my old thoughts of you
weathered
in time, the soul
a wrinkled visage
buries the pain
for you.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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