Beautiful imagery.
love these lines-
I step outside the house of thoughts.
The death begins the counting and
jasmines start crying.
I hear the over-worn desert
blowing the sand.
Night melts in hissing sounds,
time becomes a paper weight.-J Nair
love these lines-
I step outside the house of thoughts.
The death begins the counting and
jasmines start crying.
I hear the over-worn desert
blowing the sand.
Night melts in hissing sounds,
time becomes a paper weight.-J Nair
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