Ashes fell from a burning cigar
And we stood on either side
Of a stranger holding it.
Smoke rises, doesn't fall.
People fall in love to realize
Who has time for maintaining lawns
Or relationships?
Sunglasses are a wonderful invention.
And so are Blackberries and vanity bags.
(Appeared on Kritya.)
And we stood on either side
Of a stranger holding it.
Smoke rises, doesn't fall.
People fall in love to realize
Who has time for maintaining lawns
Or relationships?
Sunglasses are a wonderful invention.
And so are Blackberries and vanity bags.
(Appeared on Kritya.)
Lovely Poem
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