and then

spring turned out to be

a soporific day tugging on pendulously

braided vines of honeysuckle and love-stricken

wisteria hanging from our reaming hearts in splendid

isolation, wreathed in languorous thrumming of

unbidden convergence into

afternoons’ fishing



Painting saved form artbyrachel.artweb.com

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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