In the still frame of reflections, time inconspicuous. Summer stories bright as daylight reframed winter tales of freezing cold.
“What’s real?” She evaluated the images on window pane.
“Moving clouds and your absence.” The rest an illusion of proximity just like Him.
Deeya Nambiar
Tiny white bristles
Sailing parachutes of wild,
Field of dandelions
Calm.
I am no flower
I have but a wild side
Range of emotions
Confuse.
Wish I am the dandelion that
sail the many thoughts of
faith, trust and courage, and
Settle.
*** Published in I Heal, and You Heal
© Deeya Nambiar
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