I want to fly high,
fly in the benign sky
dance in the rain
drenched myself in the Showers.
Rains drummed against
the windsheild,
I can feel the daintness
of his touch.
A dying of old hopes
a sense of belonging,
Leaving my heart
bereft.
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A refined poetic imagination, Shalini. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.