PAIR MEIN CHAKKAR
My two lines of poetry will never rhyme, until, Oregano, Rosemary and Thyme.
Monday, 6 November 2023
OFFERING
A branch of red flowers
A glass of water
A lock of my hair
The rustling of leaves
The bird on my sil
The singing river
A torn page
A half eaten sandwich
A cigarette stub
A handful of pearls
A couple of coins
A melody from yesteryears
The wind on the ocean
The still intact dandelion
The feather of a bird
The rumbling dark clouds
The sand on my skin
The muddied puddles
A day in remembrance
A journey together
A night of love
A prayer
A smile
A kiss
A dance together
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