01/27/26
A Clever Highly Intriguing Haiban
8th place
Premier Contest sponsored by William Kelli Kekaula
On that morose rainy evening, my room was full of fragrance of moistened jasmine coming from my garden mesmerizing us. Both of us were aware : this was our last meeting. We were sinking in deep dolour. With gracious gait you walked away in hesitant mood. While stepping slow, you threw a modest momentary glance with your natural elegance, but didn’t speak a single syllable. Suppressing your feelings, you turned your face just once and walked away. I’m not sure, whether I noticed a tear drop glistening at corner of your eyes. I couldn't guess what you tried to speak something at time of adieu. your silence to mourn forever with redolence ~ of rain - soaked jasmine…..
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