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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Her desire

On a winter evening
It was drizzling
Standing under a tree
She was shivering
Through her curly hairs
Water Droplets
Were dripping down
But could not hide
The anxiety on her face
It was getting dark
The place was lonely
When she heard a voice
You must be getting late
Can I drop you home?
She moved her eyes
To her surprise
Saw him standing
She smiled
Slowly replied
I am not in hurry
Why not together
We spent some time
After a a long time
Her desire
To meet her dream
Was fulfilled

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