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Ramesh Anand Reads
Overspill: A Tanka Sequence
with my child on my shoulder, i walk in the long rain carrying the heaviness of shattered dreams * how long can a robin hold its song in autumn my late father's words stirring my soul * how much rain can a little cloud hold the overspill of resentment her only identity |
Ramesh Anand
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