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Tinkling bells that chime without the wind, The to and fro swing, Of slender hips, That sound a unanimous cham-cham On wooden floors and stone stages The gleam of silver against the kesari sky, The telltale sign of a dipping sun. The skimming of toes across the bubbles, Of a still lake, The water rippled […]
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They dusted the stars on my eyelids, And coated my skin in the glowing embers of the sky The drew upon my body, A thousand stories And once they had painted my limbs, With the colors of the night and the shooting stars, That seeped deep below the skin Dying my veins and arteries Silver, […]
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A caress of strings That touched upon a humid loneliness Broke the silence, in cheery reverberation. An echo, on a crowded street Breaking the hum and buzz of chatter That lingered outside a stone cathedral. Upon whose windows were painted, Gospel women in tinted tessellation Of rainbow. Solemn countenance, that smiled Not even at the […]
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I read this classic (the complete version, that is) when I was twelve years old. And it has always been a favorite of mine, tying for first place with Pride and Prejudice, which I could read and watch a thousand times over. And as October dawns dragging in my favourite season along with it, I […]