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In different proportions

Sharp-edged thorns that prick

Buds soft as silk

Roots to hold the growing branches

Leaves that ‘cook’ and aim to nourish

Flowers that unfold in colors bright and light

Sober browns that soothe the sight

Rays that stream revealing the beauty within

Sometimes concealing what is on the other side

Dark corners hiding angst, anger, may be deceit?

Gnawing worms, hidden too well.

Gossamer webs some here, some sticking there

Of dreams and fantasies untold

In each one of us they all reside

In proportions alone, they differ, let us be aware.

– Shail Mohan (Sept 2011)