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?
My Prism,Some Rumination...wear words & join the world...hail 'em..!!
Twisted tales of times true
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