Grandmother And I

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Ending of summer,

When the moon shines in the river.

Wind is lighter than itself,

Jasmine reside on the aisle.

We talk about stories,

that we lived for long.

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At the site of midnight

train arrives like a habit.

Just as we complained,

Summer ends.

Grandmother and I, talked.

© S.Anand

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