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Dec 9, 2014

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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4 comments:

  1. Launna December 10, 2014 at 3:07 PM

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

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  2. Loredana DonovanDecember 26, 2014 at 3:33 AM

    You painted a very vivid scene!

    Happy Holidays, Rajesh :)

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  3. Jennifer WagnerJanuary 22, 2015 at 4:36 AM

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

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2015 at 2:21 AM

    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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