Besides the two sides
Of seven chromal path
Lies the hut of our hearts
Where our breath transmits ever.....
Sometimes that rainbow
Turns into a river,
And touches
The wavy eternal love
Of ours.
- Debajani Das
Balasore, Odisha, India
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Eight Micropoems by Jennifer Gurney
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each time a wave of grief flattens me I try to remember to whisper “let go” so the wave returns to the sea *** alone she waits for sunset f...
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