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A poem about my parents' house

Photo by Tom Bradley on Unsplash

White light bounces back at me
From metal trains beyond the fence
Their rhythm punctured by birdsong
As it was before you went.

Trees are veins for winters corpse
The ice will crack before they bloom
New colour in the leaves and earth
The yellow sun will fill your room.




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Nasar Karim

Nasar Karim

BSc Psychology. Writer. Dreamer. Poet. Addicted to risk.

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