THEINDIAN
Friday, June 24, 2011
Storm
(A hugely successful poem in Facebook.)
I
let the breeze in,
To cool my heated cubbyhole.
It made me complacent.
Then, without an omen,
It became a storm,
And destroyed my only home.
I had forgotten to close my doors.
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