Parting Walk In A Wet Lane
Away from the full moon glow
and the gilded streaks of street lamps
she steps ahead with grace unsilhouetted.
Her face beneath the tilted hat
flushes with the radiance of golden bouquet
she gets as the last gift
from him walking away.
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