The crowded desk at which I feel I'm chained
is a type of oak, compressed and stained
and stained again with rings from cups
from which I spilled and would not clean up
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Brilliant and I can certainly relate to these words. It shows the wind of life has passed by so quickly. Love your work.
Such a beautiful poetry. Wonderful weaving of words. Thanks so much for sharing.10++
Thank you very much, Anil! - Jenny