On virgin evenings in Bangalore
Then came that frail, soft rain
Light, residues glistening
Clinging to the shimmering city
Sunsets, Exploding like Flaming forests
Dissolving into ash burnished dusks
Setting like a glazed yellow stone
Poetry by Su. G
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 13:52
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