Saturday, October 23, 2021

Poetry

Smile

I use to wear it so simply The radiant armor, my pretty smile One can see me as warrior While I wear it brilliantly I sometimes may conquer...

Fiddle

The tug of war between darkness and light continuing. Trapped in twilight neither does win. So each cry has a bias to laugh, and each laugh touches tears. P. A. Noushad

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