the warmth of saffron milk
anticipation of unscraped henna
allured by the parrot’s flirtatious whistles
i wonder which of us is caged
like gathering clouds only tease
it is your laughter that deceives
was the pedestal not high enough?
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
The Power of Story
poetry and some more
Cogito, ergo sum
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