Its an every morning job
ironing my wrinkled shirt,
no body would know
what transpired before
but a fresh morning look.
If only I could un-wrinkle
those creases in the past
with a steaming hot iron
engulfed with a little passion
and just let myself breathe.
1 comment:
just chanced upon ur blog .... very nice .... i loved the metaphor of the shirt
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