Trusting in someone.
A swinging suspension bridge.
My balance fails me.
There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
Scars are my tattoos
On my body; on my soul
They are my story.
Sleeping in the core
of every babies' heart
A lovely parent.
Dated: 31th March 2025.
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Whitecaps on the bay:
A broken signboard banging
In the April wind.
Desolated grove;
Better- not to talk about
Gloss of cuscuta!
Dated: 20th April 2025.
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When teak shedded
All the leaves, orchids blooming
With azure sky background!
Dated: 20th April 2025.
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backdated people;
what they've not left for us is
a plastic dump yard!
Dated: 6th April 2025.
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Do away with
all the fencing- Nightingales repeating
on either sides!
Dated: 4rh April 2025.
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There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.