Weaving of Poetry

 I write one day, a poetry

 about everything and nothing.

(in paper, in rain, on bus, in vain.)

I share one day, a poetry 

about everywhere and nowhere.

(in color.in print.in pages.in memes)

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I weave poetry like a mother knits a sweater -
 thread by thread- in aesthetic colors- 
drenched in sweat and smell- like coming home after a day of angst-
 to rest- to celebrate - to feel safe.

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