No, no, i wasnt walking
i was just floating around
No, no, i wasnt talking
i was only making sound
Sat on the grass dew
without any motive
i plucked a few
and let the rest live
Pressed them together
and held them in my palm
light as a feather
they spread around calm
Chanced upon some leaves
i picked up a few
and then as a tailor weaves
around the grass, i sew
i brooded then upon
this half made creation
what should i put on
to take it to completion?
One flower was white
another was yellow
a mix of red and orange
was the third fellow
and so, i made a bouquet
fresh out of the dew
i had to give it to someone
but give it to who?
Infinite Country by Patricia Engel | Thoughts
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*Published*: 2021 || *Format*: print || *Location*: Colombia
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What was it about the country that kept everyone hostage to its fa...
2 years ago
2 comments:
Wokay...Arrey..U should have asked me for my address wonly...ok not too late...
ARVIND IYER
(blah blah blah)
shall mail u the address!!!
evariki ivvadamenti ??? mee GF undi ga 2nd year lo.. :))
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