Corners…

Corners... short poem

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Crooks of elbows
Squared in pegs
Cream coloured walls
The cool between your legs
Closed buttoned eyelids
Cloudy skies
Web of fingers
Your beautiful lies
Tucked away neatly
Amongst bits of red
Metal staples
Running though your head
Yet a round saucer
Swirling in the sea
Grey mists and bones

Is all that you’ll be

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Mukti Shah

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A Clinical Psychologist, Facilitator, Baker and Candlestick maker! Love to write. My career is based on the spoken word. I use words to connect, heal, create insight, facilitate growth and evoke laughter.Words twirl and curtsy, They do as you say. Accurate and reliable, They don’t betray! Cheers!
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Preeti
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Enjoyed reading your poem Mukti! Keep writing!

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