Premalekhalu: Love notes to the self
Journal, Poetry, Random Notes to the self. And ofcourse, Love Letters
Wednesday, 12 October 2016
Healing
You came gently as the first flush of summer rain
And I poured into you all of my needless pain
Silently you asked what it is, where does it live
Who causes it to fade like water through a sieve
I knew then, how time contrives to heal
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