Letters, poetic prose written by Smita Ray at Spillwords.com
Andrey Zvyagintsev



written by: Smita Ray



I purloined letters stowed between your luscious books in the shipshape library of my sixteenth spring
As I leaf through those lush drizzly lanes, your Lisianthus letters feather my lips, hushing me into my somnolent years
A lingering redolence of incense tiptoes close behind me during my brusque truancy to the quaint idyll
Sodden, percussive nudges ablute me as I am struck by shyness when your dawny gaze meld with the sky
brimming with millions of sunrises…

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