Srimanta Mitra

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There is a nip in the air tonight. Outside it's cold; my throat is sore, And I miss you. I miss you more Than you can imagine, alright- The tides of time don't swing my way; I will wait yet another day. X-x-X I challenged myself to write and record a song in one day. Beginning at about 12 last night...
Posted on 10 June 2013 | 12:50 am
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Remnants [Fiction 55]
I bump into you again- Remnants of what remain Are scattered, haphazardly On the ground, on you and me. Nobody picks them; they lie There transfixed, silently. There are too many to count; None of us any peace found, And none of us said goodbye: Pieces lie there awhile, and die. X-x-X 18th Fiction 5...
Posted on 7 June 2013 | 3:37 am
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October Moon [Fiction 55]
October Moon You October moon Will be leaving soon Again, to go away To another maroon. I wish that you would stay, That your silver lights sway With this song I croon, For another day. I won't ask you why You have to leave the sky- But come again if you'd like To set the sky alight. X-x-X 17th Fict...
Posted on 19 March 2013 | 2:21 am
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