I am a mother Not a well of IQ That everybody who squirms In my amniotic fluid
endure her scorching and burning in the noon time welcome her descent in the evening
Who will carry us to freedoms' door? Who will unlock the door for us lame, embittered and sick of mind? Time has changed, it no longer speaks our language our ears are mute to its song.
His head has a coconut feel Lying by his side I wonder If it is filled with coconut milk Or the common grey matter. Its high or its low Love is a feeling that is never constant And when he... Continue Reading →
The long ago that was yesterday is flying at the speed of asphalt under this car
Pain lends a hand, Sorrow too.
via Daily Prompt: Scent It was a marriage of two scents floral and musk a merging of two minds dwelling in the same house sharing the same rooms seeking to blur the fine line between love and hate but some... Continue Reading →