Cold
Cold
Small ball
Smaller
Smaller
Still smaller
Round curved spine
Head almost touching knees
Hands cradling the head
Silent
Cold
Numb
Lost
Wishing for warmth.
Friday, June 25, 2010
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There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
Cold
Small ball
Smaller
Smaller
Still smaller
Round curved spine
Head almost touching knees
Hands cradling the head
Silent
Cold
Numb
Lost
Wishing for warmth.
Posted by
Pooja
at
11:53 PM
Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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