Dr. Mary Annie A.V

The hot sun drains me
from her well I draw afresh.
Tiny fountains spring :)
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Kasab
by Anna Maria

I could be a traitor
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Read me a story
where all ends
happily forever.
A poem,
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I like you barefoot:
Your crooked little toes
running out of shape
never fitting the shoes.
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Take a walk now
throughthe cluttered mind of mine.

Pick up the pieces
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The tree openly pines
forthe lastripe leaf
not wanting it to fall.
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The sea kisses the clouds
at the farthest end
the earth from where I stand.
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The steps that lead the way
makes me want to follow.
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She smiled always.
I remember when she did, Always.
And I would know nothing was right
Always.
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Bread, a small packet
the one with the dried fruits
what do they call it?
...ah! whatever.
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