chandani Mohan Poems

The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves
Fleeting sight of a beautiful butterfly flying
The awakening smell of black, black coffee
The soft feel of my baby snuggling up to me
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It's unrelentingly truthful
Reflection
Magnifies my imperfections
In reflection
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My thoughts always run
Faster than my hand could pen
My brain's like a clock that runs
Endlessly ticking, annoyingly accurate!
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