It is this luminosity, my dear,
Of the gilded leaves in the sun.
The magic eye promptly catches
A silver flicker, a yellow transience.
A palliative to the chemical pain
In variously knotted entrails and
The reddish tinge in eye-whites.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
The sun rising over the SBI Training Academy in Gurgaon
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