The purple robe
wrapping my torso tight—
armor against cold.
Since November to March, my trusted old purple robe is my cocoon
as I sit in my study nook for burning midnight oil.
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Seema Patel
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A Leaf
not a simple leaf— great, inimitable nature. gratitude in heart. I don’t know about others, but on my walks I see fallen leaves, and each one is so attractive, so soul-stirring to me. I like them on the trees, in the air as confetti, and on the ground. It's a Brisbane Box leaf.
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
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If I had my way, I'd stay in my pj's and robe lol