TinkerbelleA Poem by Shalini RMy dog likes to sit in Sun-puddles And splash around in the light. She curls up in slivers of Wrinkled sun coming through the door Squinting into the day That she cannot have. She ravels that unseen spiral Twists and contorts herself To a perfect state of Unprodded peace.
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