“Love is depth and without self-consciousness one is sure to be drowned.”—Anu.
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VI
Once a drop of dew fell,
Upon the watery surface,
Of a lake, calm;
Shattering the moon into—
Shards of souls:
I swam across,
Upon the driftwood of words.
With this poem, A River of Words disappears in the sea of your minds, readers. I am grateful for all the encouraging reviews and comments on this latest series of i-poems.
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