Monday, August 12, 2013

Finding her, running through the rains...

Found her,
Running through
The rains ...
Through an avenue,
One afternoon,
Treelined,
A bit gloomy,
And those streetlights
Foggy light they sure shedded true
Found her running through...
Her skirt perhaps caught the flutter
Of the windy form running through...

(Note :- on a photograph...b/w )

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