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From The Bigraphy Of An Unknown Woman: Xxxviii
she stood on a sinking heap of ash
she picked up a little and placed it
in the cup of her palm...
between the index finger and the thumb
she felt its texture-soft and flowing
the ash she held
didn't show an emotion
didn't reflect a tear
didn't show a face
either loved or hated
the texture felt alike
wherever she touched the ash...
12sep2010
09.55hrs
poem
by
Indira Babbellapati
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