Of late
…and singe the night air with embers
Of my ego plastered with Paris
Past lingers on, the perfume stays in bed
All day to wake lazy toes.
I'm a dew dropp on the autumn leaf
Afraid of smiles that wade through
A sea of thoughts
Interrupted by the doorbell.
Wait a while stranger.
Let the trees bathe in the blue
And that whisper of light stay.
I want to sin.
poem by Shalini Rao
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