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[11 May 2004|11:08am] |
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Marc Cohn - Walking in Memphis |
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There was a time when putting pen to paper meant I had to write verse. This disease hit me hard during my late teenage and early twenties. But then aren't we all poets, when struck by love? Nowadays the only poems I compose are while writing captions for the photographs I take, ample evidence of which you can see in my previous posts.
This one was written two years ago on this day,....hmm...these are some dry years. The photo below was taken on a walk, yesterday evening.(There is not much connection between the two.)
© deepti2004
Memories of Strangers
She once told me
the most unforgivable part
of life
was the past
how we lost ourselves
in the flow,
reduced to the persons
we were
and the places
we had been to, just
some memories of strangers
speaking
with our faces
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