when addicted to the glooms of the gusty gains.....
Eyes just flared in dismay,
when walked through the oldest of the rusty lanes.....
Haze just got clear each a day,
when every sip moved the bits of the crazy panes.....
..............sharat achary
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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