Anand Gurung Poems

They say Paris and romance

go hand-in-hand,
...

The sheer vastness of the land, her familiar strangeness,

her passion, her hoary violence
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I buried my dog

after he died after
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The winding road smoothes down

and runs parallel
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What, snowfall on a hot autumn day! ?
(Ridiculous)
But it ain't a deception, a clever use of metaphor
for it is a dandelion snow
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