In Passing

Impulsive love,
Impermanent as the morning dew
Like being stuck with an incomplete haiku.

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About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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3 Responses to In Passing

  1. big fan says:

    Impulsive love can with time grow wise
    Even morning dew can freeze in time as ice!

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