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Strands of Saffron

Strands of Saffron Are those strands of saffron on the sand, or the trickle of blood from that faraway land? Where the crimson setting of the sun, bore witness to the grief of each one Are those stars twinkling up high, look closely… teardrops glisten in the sky The moon hunches over in sorrow, as … Continue reading Strands of Saffron