Poetry • Pearls on The Ground

For better, for worse
Everything swirls —
In verse.

And entrapped souls —
Boys and girls —
Curl, uncurl.

Like caterpillars,
Unbothered by the churn —
An unravelling universe.

Leaving behind glittering pearls
That fall to the ground
None the wiser, only round.

Unrehearsed.

Pallavi Ghosh

Photo: Joshua Hoehne

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