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Rain

by Vineetha Mokkil | 2009

The sky darkened
Without prologue
The rain outside
Our hotel room
Like a requiem
Was it Paris, Delhi or Rome?
Dawn or noon?
Night, on the rocks
With a savage twist of lime?
The rain throbs like a vein
A steady pulse
On every continent
Beating the same sad rhythm
Of our goodbyes.

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i n t r o p h o t o g r a p h y w r i t i n g v e n u e s b l o g a r t i s t s o u t r o a f f i l i a t e s	Rain by Vineetha Mokkil \| 2009 The sky darkened Without prologue The rain outside Our hotel room Like a requiem Was it Paris, Delhi or Rome? Dawn or noon? Night, on the rocks With a savage twist of lime? The rain throbs like a vein A steady pulse On every continent Beating the same sad rhythm Of our goodbyes. Send all comments & inquiries to notes@borderhopping.net.
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