Indian Summer
leaves fingering after
so unexpected
return...
It turns my knowing
of colours deeper,
never would keep it
in memory long...
In every touch thrilling
with eyes rapt on tree leaves
I feel
delicate
hue...
Voice pitch up for second
as touch has awakened
leaves fingering
lover
in you...
Ah, the joy & rush of vibrant colors....is that why the Indian summer????!!!!
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