very slowly."
It fell apart
as she guessed the climax very early
In front of her
nothing could stay stitched.
A purple petal flew her way
she knew of which tree it came
A purple dot in her mother's dress
she knew why she wore it today
At the sky she would look
and predict the rains
Tears she would touch
and know the stories behind them
It was another evening
when she was going her way
A thief came to her
she gave him a cake
A squirrel came to her
she gave it a date
A man came to her
she said a story
A monster came to her
she offered herself
These met - the squirrel, the monster, the thief and the man
they discussed their disappointments
The thief took the girl
Th monster - the date
The man took the cake
and the squirrel listened carefully to the tale.
Shringi
August 26, 2011
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