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Autumn Wind

Arti Honrao November 16, 2009

He was like an autumn wind

that came in my life

brushed against my skin

played with my hair

and then...

slipped past

to play with another.

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By Arti Honrao on November 16, 2009

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There are so many things in life we cannot explain, so many things we wish we never have to explain. There are times when we wish we could just break free, forget what matters, walk into the darkness, steal ourselves away from everything and everyone. It is about how we deal with such moments, is what life is made up of. It is our attitude that defines who we are.

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