Sunday, 17 April 2016

#2 NaPoWriMo 2016






Copyright belongs to Audi Photography



Drenched in midsummer sunset hue,  
returning home,
I drive with the petrichor in the air,
already I smell her jasmine studded hair. 
 
I hear the soft tinkle of the anklets,
as she hurries to find me at the gate,
a smile of relief greets me,
I laugh- what danger is there?

                                           -Manisha
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1 comment:

  1. Olivia's Catastrophe19 April 2016 at 11:46

    A way to reflect the happiness and the beauty in life when we take a break and remember all the good out and around us. Also, the poem perfectly matches the image you found :3

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