A walk to remember

Like the wet muslin of winter clinging to my face My eyesight is hazy from the screen I see Atomies of dust in the air Warm tyres Melting away on the heavily tarred streets The cobbled pathways interspersed with deep gazes,tea,the aroma of cardamom and powdered sugar There's a funny tickle at the bottom of… Continue reading A walk to remember

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Anamnèse

Smoke to the ears Your voice Like a gun shot in the distance Bleeding palms With a soiled four leaved clover crushed in between Your scent Inked on my fate lines That meets the red thread that holds us together Loosely knotted Growing in space Closer and farther away But never broken Your vanilla rests… Continue reading Anamnèse