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A Memory

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I remember
The crackle of the palm trees
Over the mooned white roofs of the town…
The shining town…
And the tender fumbling of the surf
On the sulphur-yellow beaches
As we sat… a little apart… in the close-pressing night.

The moon hung above us like a golden mango,
And the moist air clung to our faces,

Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a child
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Kanniappan Kanniappan 25 November 2015

Your description was exactly what I felt when I lived in a hospital quarters close to the beach at the town of Karaikal, Pondichery state, India.

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