The top visible,
A lot beneath
Judged by the avid
Not the roots underneath
Too good an island
Stands still
Alone, the vastness
Flaunts the silence
Roots hold the lot.
The least, visible
Surpasses the evidence
That pertains
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Window
PoetryA book of poems, more of a window to see through. Poems on varied perceptions and empathy.
