⋅ 15 April 2012


The road curved and evaporated
when I knew
you will not be here
forever aftersometimes.

The procession of people and smoke
got painted in the sky
when I knew
I should not have known
your immortal fragrance
that bought eternal letters
to be written again
and again for you.

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