Curtain Folds Poem by Diana van den Berg

Curtain Folds



It’s strange, isn’t it,
how the curtain folds
hang differently
every time they are drawn?

I wish I could paint them the way they hang tonight.

(18 February 2011)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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