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Poems

3 poems — on nature, memory, garden, and the quiet moments of everyday life.

The lips pursed, the tongue rivuletted — the evening lengthened, the dusk delayed.

Down went the flame, burrowing down into itself — till only a spot of fire remained.

The rooms are full of half light and shadow — prayers bring light, and then the sun puts in little blobs of pale morning shine.