Thoughts While Fiddling With The Wrist Watch - Poem by Gankhu Sumnyan
Although he died
She kept his watch
And it hang loose
Around her supple wrist.
She liked to feel its leather strap
On rainy Saturday mornings
Waking up fresh from her sleep
And staring into the teary street.
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