upasana2007Nov 1, 20171 min readashesThe fire roaredConsuming what was once treeAnd the sap of lifedrained from the woodmade the fire crackle.Everything turned to ashesBut the warmth touched our bonesdoes that mean I’ve a bit of that tree in menow?
The fire roaredConsuming what was once treeAnd the sap of lifedrained from the woodmade the fire crackle.Everything turned to ashesBut the warmth touched our bonesdoes that mean I’ve a bit of that tree in menow?
Keeping my plants aliveA tiny tendril escapes From the yellow -brown stalk Life salvaged from nearly-crumbling-into-the-soil I smile triumphant I think of my...
Hanging on to your wordsYou make words Like silver drops In the crevices of an ocean And poems of old Cinnamon mingled honey And in the folds Of your eyes Your...
Starting with GoodbyesI haven’t changed the bedsheets In the seven days since you left The scent of your skin Still lingers Like ocean spray On my hair In the...
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