We slept under the stars
Heads resting on pale pink roses
embroidered on white pillow cases
Dawn brought the raucous cries
of peacocks
A sweetness caressed the sleeping cheeks
the breeze was fragrant with gur laden tea
Spring announced itself by the warm chill
that made me squeeze my eyes harder
as if that which i could not see i would not feel
Now, the drone of the airconditioner
makes the days clones
that I cannot tell apart ---is it spring ?
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