he was made to walk in <br />she, to welcom him <br />for her to experience <br />and understand <br /> <br />...the pangs <br />of longing <br />and <br />of seperation <br /> <br />she closed her eyes <br />and closed her diary <br />as a whiff of cool air <br />caressed her forehead <br />on a humid night... <br /> <br />18sep2010 <br />11.09hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-biography-of-an-unknown-woman-xliv/
