a-poem-a-day challenge for the month of April
sitting with grief grief sitting on my shoulders jumping with joy joy jumping in my heart I meditated on death I meditated on life beaten by both my eyes blurry I couldn’t see eventhe tip of my nose
I love that last line
Loved the repetitions, Charu, and yes, that last line. :)
I love that last line
ReplyDeleteLoved the repetitions, Charu, and yes, that last line. :)
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