Map of a Person

Poetry/ Prose

Shringi Kumari
Nov 3 · 2 min read
A Giant Traditional Chinese Painting. Public Domain

I start at the hills, green water gushing down my forehead
The trees break the flow, that is where I pause to look down
— at my people.

Leaves crisp with icy water delicately nest the sweet human heart
In the petals of lattice ice, crimson flesh sits glazed with daylight

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Shringi Kumari

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Drifter; Poet. Constantly creating - destroying- simmering . Game Designer/Researcher. https://shringikumari.com/

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