Sunday 13 June 2010

Brown Sugar, Indian style - 3


“What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up - like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore - And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over - like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags - like a heavy lead” Langston Hughes

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