That was a misty winter night
We of course lit the fire together
Just little fire and
more and more unjust smoke.
Not sure that we tried to
flame it up
for once we threw our firewood
in the greater sea.
What remained was then
a combination of mist and smoke.
Little white and little grey.
But tell me one thing,
was that really a milky white sheet,
covering us in those moments?
,..
the white sheetA Poem by Swaroop Manikandan© 2014 Swaroop ManikandanReviews
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