#026

there are smiles
pressed
inbetween pages

with every pebble i  s k i p  across the cold
there is iridescence

and from unfelt depths
your eyes-
unflickering-
radiate nirvana

©Mohana Das

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10 thoughts on “#026

  1. I like this simple poem. I especially like the visual on “i s k i p” – with the spacing I could picture a stone skipping across the smooth surface of a lake. Very nice. Peace, Linda

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