the wind in the trees,
song birds and wind-chimes
playing ‘antakshari’
cat nestled in my lap
loving strokes on velvet fur
or is she stroking me?
moonlight on the carpet
in lacy filigreed patterns
God’s little love message
your scent on my breath
long after you have gone
souls refusing to part
a voice on the telephone
tender, motherly love
a child I will always be
ashes of my dreams
poured into my pen
how the poems bloom!
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