She scratched a corner
of the sky,
then a book,
then her mind's eye.
In dismay,
found nothing.
She touched a blade of grass.
It turned into a dove, flew away.
She remained.
Siok Tian Heng
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
3 comments:
nice one Fingers..
Good to see you back..
How have you been? back in Delhi are ye/??
anyways
take care
u in delhi???
welcome back!
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