Saturday, March 15, 2014

there is lump
in your throat

a needle of pine
inside your
book

a pen in your pocket
a stationery
blank on the table

you like to write
a letter
but you can't

there is bird in
your palm
it pecks on the
lines

you open the window
of the house
you open the palm of
your hand

you let the bird fly away
at night
you take the needle of the
pine
you throw it away

you close the window
you write a letter
you fulfill the essence
of stationery

dear papa.......

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