Saturday, August 31, 2019


The lake where leaves float in the fall
is your body.
Mysterious, like the dawn
your face, withdrawn.

A lake where flakes of ice float
is your body.
Yearning to melt with the summer rain.
Your face is still withdrawn.

A smile rippling over the lake
is your body.
The passing day lingers on your limbs,
maybe you will turn in your sleep.

Sushama Karnik
Apr 4, 2017



Thanks +***** for the image

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