It was grace
An ugly grace
Like parched earth,
Once seamless
Quenching on whatever
But the crevices were deep
Unable to attain.
Sharp lines of cracks
Causing differences
Which were meant to be
Or not to be.
About Me
Travel With ME
I share what i see, you look at what you can be.
Fragile
Satin Light
Precious Stones
From the rain, from the water, from the sun and those endless years..
Purple Spider
Glass Blown Beads
Stringing Beauty & the Beads
Voodoo- Yellow Lemon & Green Chilles
Nazar
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I feel the poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed, and so apt for the picture as well.
i wrote while i was in a state of mind as such. i guess its worked. thank you.
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