I urge the unruly showers
to give me the directions to your
whereabouts. The rebellious winds
take your scent away from me. I
write messages in the city of my
love–pregnant with your
memories. The monsoon carries
away the secrets of my
heart in tiny paper boats,
i don’t know where.
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That was wonderful, Soumya. As always.
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Thank you, Richard. 🙂 As always.
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