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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Saturday, 25 February 2017

Moments: 2

On the bus to work
I saw two transgenders.
Looking at me ,
They whispered something something
and smiled.
I got up to alight.
Walking past them I asked
"What did you say to smile'?"
Shyly one of them replied
"Nothing,just that you are beautiful,
We think."


Astounded. I looked them in the eye and said,
"Thank you. You are beautiful too."

The bus halted. I went off to work


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