Wreaths



Pick up the silence
wear it, a shawl
that will not strangle
with the angst it harbours
The floor is mute
the curtains have wiped tears
the pillows have seen the deed
a wing has flown, a wing lies broken
Death has left its wreath at the door
©Reena Prasad

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