hiding, crow fashion
and remembering only
the act of hiding
but what? but where?
now unstitching the roof
tile by tile
unwrap your mind
layer by layer
things have been too long in the dark
now grow wiggly
and hard to hold
opening up the mind...tile by tile...can picture it so well in my mind...lovely...nalini
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