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The Rhythm Of Her Quietness
by Orbindu Ganga
She was placid, gallivanting at
A pace known only to her, lento
And pianissimo, shying away
From the vogue. Mirroring
The firmament, sauntering
Along with the moon, a star
Often twinkled to see its
Rumination in the mirror.
She schlepped solitude with
Finesse, streaming through the
Aisle, silence on either end.
The conticent tides schwa
The fragrance of enchantment,
Imbued at night, short-lived,
Drowned in her. Time flew
As the auburn ascent came
In a coruscate, the golden
Speck scintillating for aeons.
The sweltering day left none
To pass by; all waited for
Eventide. The breeze caressed
Her cheeks, hovering along
The river, toting myriad emotions—
Being, flowing, seeing the sea,
And pausing. Let her diverge,
To get immersed; her tears smiled to
Become the sea. Her salt and effervescence
Stayed forever, reminisced by all.
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