Counting days of existence,
In the scorching winds of life.
The dunes have just washed me over,
With the blisters in time.
Those blisters make me unsettled,
My grief in my eyes.
Those dunes have just not taken my clear skin,
But they have eroded the enamel of my life.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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