HOW OUR HUT BECOME A BIRD?
golden ring
flows under
the river
something flew
under words...
Through the
torn gap of
the blanket
chilling wind
came inside
as prediction...
One feather
of the flying bird
fell over our
house...
and our house
itself
become a bird.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-04-02 kl 04:44
Save as a bookmark Write a comment Send as email Print text| | lan what word i can use other than marvelous? 2008-04-02 |
 | **wee2souls** I loved this write,,, poetry u seem to just fly like a bird,breeze like the wind ;) lovely write it had nice flow to it loved it hugs to u cindy 2008-04-02 |
 | jhonson dreamy.... windy... nice. it worth reading. 2008-04-02 |
| | boon world class. 2008-04-02 |
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