30 august 2021
Dying Flames
When white mushrooms
come in procession
after the rains,
you bring back my ache―
O pink rose
words fall like birds.
Caparisoned, the
moon was rising from
the sand dunes, like a
camel after the festival of kiss
of love. The singed bank
of the lake was submerged in tears.
Fold your wings, O peacock,
clouds are going back home.
31 january 2023
Satish Verma
30 january 2023
jeśli tylko
30 january 2023
Teresa Tomys
30 january 2023
Teresa Tomys
30 january 2023
Marek Gajowniczek
30 january 2023
wiesiek
30 january 2023
Satish Verma
29 january 2023
jeśli tylko
29 january 2023
Teresa Tomys
29 january 2023
Teresa Tomys