Smudges

The movement of colours, 
the lines that cross the light on the wall.
Then there are smudges.

The bird that flew off the branch,

the handprint by the stairs.

So many ways to say one thing.

Or nothing.

About Natasha Badhwar

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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2 Responses to Smudges

  1. Banno says:

    Wah! No English word seems to express the same. 🙂

  2. Natasha says:

    Thank you, Banno. 🙂

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