Ann Mary Thomas

Rookie (18/7/1990 / Trivandrum)

My Grape Yard - Poem by Ann Mary Thomas

My grape yard is vast.
Vast like memories of man.

My grape vines are creepers.
Creepers like dreams of man.

My grape bunches are beautiful.
Beautiful like face of man.

My grape yard is lovely.
Lovely like love of man.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 27, 2011

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