HOW OUR HUT BECOME A BIRD?

Like
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 on 2008-04-02 at 04:44

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lan
what word i can use
other than marvelous?
2008-04-02


jhonson
dreamy....
windy...
nice.
it worth reading.
2008-04-02


boon
world class.
2008-04-02