Last Night A Poet Saved My Life

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Last Night A Poet Saved My Life

Stories from the Shoormal
The Last Waltz
The Weight
Blood Season (4)
The True Bear Tale (Stockholm, 2001)
Last Night A Poet Saved My Life
Smoke Wings
In Between Days

Ours was not an overwhelming passion, like the tidal waves
I was used to.

Ours was an awakening. A sunrise
and sunset.

A steady unfolding,
like a flower; a tulip,

which bows,
humbled
by beauty,
abundance.

AuthorRaman Mundair
2018-08-21T17:22:55+00:00 February 14th, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 70|0 Comments