Word revival

They handcuffed the word Yester night, with the charge of being archaic. It is sin, to leave such a word of beauty, to rot in the past. I shall bail the word out, for yester night makes all the sense in the world. I can hear the word melt in my mouth. Yester night, I... Continue Reading →

Listening to the rain

Came as we rushing and racing against the weightlessness of our bearers, Knowing not what we mean, to the parched lives in a finite land. Or do we know that we mean Life to the eyes  that look up into our home- the skies? And even as we wish to embrace warmth from the soil,... Continue Reading →

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