Poetry of the day

Spring

 

There is an unseen draft

traveling through my closed house;

the flame in the kitchen

is bending to one side.

There is a spring

somewhere.

 

 


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About taposh

Novelist, cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, blogger, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around.
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