winter dawn
a patch of clouds
blossom a bare tree
holding on
with what she left behind
winter moon
winter rain
the urge to feel
the newborn
full moon
winter's stillness
in a soap bubble
uphill walking
she takes me into
winter clouds
winter deepens...
lungi shivering on
the beggar's face
on the rock...
the descent of water ends
winter's loneliness
winter twilight
homing mynahs
over my backstroke
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