Clothes come floating into my corridor
from other buildings, no longer to shed rain
or usher the evening storm but to give colour to
my sunset sky. -- Shokti Sagor.
posted by Bombay @ 10:10 PM
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Clothes come floating into my corridor
from other buildings, no longer to shed rain
or usher the evening storm but to give colour to
my sunset sky. -- Shokti Sagor.
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