A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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A smile lingers on her face,
fading slowly, gently;
she remembers
Sunsets – the golden sun
leaving and dipping down
the horizon.
Slowly –
not wishing to go –
But leaving her the
promise of another day.

The smile fades
and disappears
As the cloak of night
Envelops her –
Protecting her
sensitive eyes
from the filth and squalor –

At least, for a night.

Usha, 22 January, ’82

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

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