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Stroll at Night
The poet weaves a collage of images of loss, of death, of melancholy.
White orange blossoms
Strewn along my path,
A lingering sweet scent
Of long dead flowers,
A lovelorn nightingale’s
Melancholic melody,
And a dead white moon
Hung up in the sky.
A night stroll along a
Moonlit path with
Nothing but memories
To keep me company.
Memories of a long lost
Love, an obscure past,
Much cherished laughter
And unknown dreams.
They walked beside me
Like old friends and
Hand in hand like old
Couples forever together.
And left behind us, were
The agonies of the world,
To wither, along with the
White orange blossoms.
Nisha Nair is a writer, poet and artist. She loves to write, paint & travel. She enjoys writing Japanese genres like haiku & senryu .
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