Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Waiting Game Comments

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Today the moon preens like a peacock, low overhead,
My wild fearless eyes lower shy at his boldness,
Like a newly opened bud at the first breach of light,
Today his audacity is perverse he stalks me like a cloud,
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Seema joglekar
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