Blackened bruises-
her smiling eyes
from the burkha
YOU ARE READING
Napalm Skies
Thơ caThree lines. Less than seventeen words. A tumultuous ocean of emotions. Haiku. The art of saying everything, by saying nothing. Galaxies and universes hide. Behind those verses. The nectar of your soul. Haiku.
Silent Struggles
Blackened bruises-
her smiling eyes
from the burkha
