I kept my ornate windows closedAnd my long curtains shut tightExpelling every sliver of lightFor the shadows are comfortableComfortable, soft and quietA cozy haven behind locked doorsHard to reach, hard to leaveAnd yet I complained about absenceAbsence of what I had as a childI had forgotten that we used to playIn the sunlight beneath the treesOn the balcony, dangling our feetNear jasmine flowers, and marigold bushesScattering dolls under turquoise skies
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
