a poem

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That’s where, we walked together,

holding hands,

that’s where, we used to be,

that’s where

it was,

transparent as a shell

fragile,

as open as my hand

trusting, forthright,

drawn out on the slippery sand,

that what you walked over,

that’s where it’s scattered,

still beating with love,

a broken…

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Neera Handa Dr

Neera Handa Dr

Top writer in poetry, compulsive writer, I enjoy reading writing just about anything. I write daily, have published a PhD, a book, a few academic articles.