I dare to touch the
Air of his walking past;
I flair the soundless messages
Daunted by lust;
Followed down one by one
The steps-
With cluttered mood!
All by chance
Travelled mind-
Arrested by sweet load!
For a second what prevailed?
For her an age survived?
The air pondered the pace to paint:
The ascending clouds, all silent:
13th Apr2010
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images of disillusionment and dejection...