by BOB GALLO   Nov 4, 2022

Where we kiss each other
we are two faces,
two wings of, a butterfly
that hovers on us
while fluttering away
all over the gardens,

between the wings,
the two mirrors,
that forever multiply
in one another
through the objects
perpetuating at intervals
of their distance.


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Meena Krish

    Interesting and vivid where each line speaks for itself and clear..

    • 3 weeks ago

      by BOB GALLO

      Thanks Meena for taking your time and reading .

      All the best for the best gal

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