Gupta-Carlson poems

Narrative non-fiction is my genre. Poetry is my play.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The seed

A small body,
a speck in soil,
it lifts its tendril tentatively to the sun,
welcoming its furious heat and light.
Posted by Himanee Gupta-Carlson at 7:29 PM
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