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Transformation

by Abel Johnson Thundil 8 months ago in love poems
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by Abel Johnson Thundil

Transformation
Photo by Ricardas Brogys on Unsplash

The lights come on,

The Violins play,

And I see her spin

Like a dry leaf coming down in the wind.

I'm scared...

But know that the tree is tall enough,

I know that another wind would blow

And let her spin further

Before she hits the ground.

Red ribbons in both hands;

Opening like a rose

Kissed by a dew,

Embraced by the warm sun;

Flourishing...

The lights change

And yet she goes on;

Her body like clay on the wheel

Gently being shaped into a mythical figure;

A warrior,

An empress with a torch.

The lights come on,

The Violins play,

And I see her spin

Like a dry leaf coming down in the wind.

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Abel Johnson Thundil

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