The Converted

when you know many of your

readers have cast a mould with

your verses and lull in it like peas

in a groundnut, you know they have

come to the dance stage of your heart

longing to be swept off their feet by

the wave of your evocative images

they could hand on to as their own

two seeds sprinting out of a groundnut

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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