Geeta's Poems

Evening

Shimmering pillars
of liquid light
flowing
in a bustling city
like a stream of delight -
Away
from the onrushing crowds
of blanket humanity...
...An aroma of bright tranquillity
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{ Alone } { Where?... } { The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases } { Your Fingers } { Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { Private Demons - II } { A Resolution } { Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { Anchorless } { To D... } { Peace }
{ Stray Poems } { The Morning After } { There are no Goodbyes... } { The Essence }

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