We put our lips at the end
of the burning fire,
With the hope of soothing
The wavering souls inside in dire.
~ sara ~
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Traces
ŞiirIn this book 'Traces' I have traced the outline of every unspoken sense and multiple emotions that one might have lingered with wreckage for unbounded dawns, dusks and darks.
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We put our lips at the end
of the burning fire,
With the hope of soothing
The wavering souls inside in dire.
~ sara ~
