Midnight’s whispers
Chandni M My heart, you are mine to haveI am yours to holdWe’ve sculpted promises with our handsWith whispers of love and faith in the middle of nightbreathing lifeThis sacred…
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Golden Hour
@sahilslifefullofstrife My brown skin glistens against the sunlight like still water reflects light on the surface of a lake. The golden hour is like a mirror for my people. We…
What can I say?
Chandni M Everytime it is the first of AprilAn ember heats itself upFingers itchWords play catch on the tip oftongueMind skims old posts, musing overwhat can be said,No rehearsals, no…
Adrift in illusion
“War” War.. A joke the imperialists laugh at and the displaced children weep from War.. A commodity traded by capitalists exchanged by people for their freedom War.. The tyrants’ pastime…
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