heroic birds on twisted twigs
green anthems fragment my nonchalance
cutting my breath into tiny stories
the whole life becomes a mirage
snow white pebbles i collect
and rich, tough thorns i dread
distant bridges stitching those disconnected
all worth a dime dig out jewels
Snow in Baghdad after about 100 yrs! NYtimes says, "A welcome change of conversation for the Iraqis"
2 comments:
i wish i was in bag-dad ;)
Lovely lines. Bit more connection between then would have been great.
But lines as such are lovely
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