Kavita Tha

Simple - Poem by Kavita Tha

Simple strains of a guitar,
Flow towards the sea,
The liquid notes melt against my hair

Your arms outstretched
invisibly pull me.
I am a phoenix moth to a flame
Already burning.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 11, 2005

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