Poem By Kavita Tha

Simple strains of a guitar,
Flow towards the sea,
The liquid notes melt against my hair

Your arms outstretched
invisibly pull me.
I am a phoenix moth to a flame
Already burning.

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in my soul.
New purpose
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when I sit in silence
As the rain falls onto my upturned face.
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