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Autumn 1
I felt you marking the
transition from the
summer of my guilt
to the winter of my conscience.
And you kept tracing
your fingers along
my deciduous branches,
as I kept shedding
all of my secrets
in the form of
dry and dead leaves..
©Deepshikha Nag
transition from the
summer of my guilt
to the winter of my conscience.
And you kept tracing
your fingers along
my deciduous branches,
as I kept shedding
all of my secrets
in the form of
dry and dead leaves..
©Deepshikha Nag
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