Wednesday, 10 December 2008

• Growing Up
  
  A pink gown, an armored knight
  Caressing breeze,  no one else in sight.
  
  A tender kiss, a happily ever after
  Till death do us part, in tears and in laughter.
  
  Tempting flesh, a meaningful glance
  Tipsy steps, a meaningless dance.
  
  I'll call you later, Your place or mine?
  The breeze has dropped, Yours should be fine.
  
  -Ketaki
  
  

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