There’s a blank sheet of paper
screaming for colour
and I dare not touch it,
not even with fingertip
or gaze
for I know nothing
of tragedies and triumphs
poised for a dive
that cannot be reversed.
[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']
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ReplyDeletetakes all kinds, i guess
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