Poems from ngopes

Towards eveninga strand of tinselstrings across my verandaits loose ends rustling in the wind.A row of diyas stow on the ledgesmelling of...
He Kept me on a call
Sunlight comes in through the slats, in the brown blinds over my window, casting strips of light over the white table cloth. Warm leaves...
It wasn’t too long ago…   the seventy feet horse-shoe shape steel, hangs from the cliff, Like a pier extend into the sea. Both ends...
It wasn’t too long ago… On the mountain cliff,the Horse shoe shape steel hangs 70 ft out,Like a pier extend into the sea.Both ends anchored...

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