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My poems are conversational by is almost like talking to a dear friend under the soft lights of an obscure pub,,,,,, with a glass of wine in your hand or beer as per your taste in alcoholic beverage.

Beauty shines Her light

32665d36b79bfe2303f11e0a0df7a307by Anthony Mondal07 Jul 2014

A soft white butterfly
Flutters her wings
And gently rests on the steel rail tracks
A white flower blossoms on the subway walls
Who sustains these strange entities?
Wherein lies their purpose and strength?
A quick glance at them and I regain all my strength….

……. Beauty shines her light in strange nooks and corners
For wayward poets and prophets to behold and discover.