Monday, January 20, 2003
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I was young when you came to me.
Each thing rings its turn,
you sang in my ear, a slip of a thing
dressed like a convent girl--
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Kee Thampi
06 February 2006
You come to me a bird shedding gold feathers, each one a quill scraping my tympanum. You set a book to my ribs. Night after night I unclasp it and the rhytham of thantra..... thampi
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7/21/2025 5:27:51 PM # 1.0.0
A poignant rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Meena.