Like dandelion carried by the breeze
On a blue, blue day,
Weightless filaments of silk,
drifting, drifting....
You open your palm wide
And it floats down,
A whisper of nothingness
Before drifting, drifting...
Arunima Choudhury
On a blue, blue day,
Weightless filaments of silk,
drifting, drifting....
You open your palm wide
And it floats down,
A whisper of nothingness
Before drifting, drifting...
Arunima Choudhury
Lovely! Pathos, Pathos, Pathos...
ReplyDeleteIs it? I was actually really empty when I wrote it.
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