Frozen Wind - Poem by indira babbellapati
Many many far too many
Nimiety piles up in front of me-
A surreal painting in need of dusting
But the wind in the southwest balcony
Froze in its tracks long before
No more any air to blow away
The fluid now solidified
Last night's salty emissions
Of routine play of affected passions
Still cling to the skin
There's no wind, you see!
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