A Dripping Faucet Tap

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There is this love
like an empty house
with a dripping faucet tap.
There is this love
that's like a henhouse-
worn around you like burlap
So-course is its mixing taps.
Even air runs hot and cold
Worlds apart are this love.
That never fills, hope
a cracked hand basin...
never mind your heart and soul.

Friday, May 10, 2013
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Gajanan Mishra 10 May 2013

there is this love, very fine one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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great poem with nice imagery in the verses.

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