Turning Around

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Turning around to look

At what had been,

I came unplanned to

See what never had been.

To see what never had been.

To hear what never was said

Or sung, or blurted unknown

To the one whose song it was.

I see, and hear and smell

The scent of flowers unblossomed

And fly towards their scent

In nights sans moon

Sans light, or vision

On waves of length

Those curves the shortest

Or longest, that join

My Kasi and me.

 

 

8 July 2013       rajnishmishravns

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