a paper airplane with a leaf on top,
flying indefinitely no wind can disrupt
a flight manoeuvred through vibrations—
enveloped for a sense of destination.
gliding through the window pane,
balances with each touch.
awaits a red sea with a blood of rain,
a leaf's downfall no eyes can catch.
a leaf's true colour
December, 2022
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
