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Interlude
- Elizabeth Kurian 'Mona'
Mentally I made a list
-A hundred things
To tell you
When we would meet;
To share my joys
My little sorrows,
Funny incidents,
Which garnished
My routine life.
But when my eyes
Met your eyes,
I forgot everything.
We spoke like strangers
And all too soon
The brief interlude ended
And it was time
To part from you;
What had to be said,
Remained.
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