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Freeze frame Fridays

The clatter clatter of your Stilettos
Running into the angry night
That fiery perfume of yours
Still engulfing me, in flames of your angst!

An empty table
The insolent stare from the waitress
And the smug look on the guy by the window
And oh...a small fortune of a bill!

Welcome back baby ;-)

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  1. This doesn't sound good... I don't understand why people are like this... good post...

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  2. You painted a very vivid scene!

    Happy Holidays, Rajesh :)

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  3. This night seemed like it didn't turn out so well for the speaker of this poem!

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  4. hi Rajesh,
    beautiful poem as always. I have nominated you for the very inspiring blogger award. Please go to my blog to find out more :-) cheers and write more superb poems
    http://deadrosesandweepingfigs.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-very-inspiring-blogger-award.html

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