Leaving loudly
Like a faded Henna
upon memory's silky texture
your aging love
Like visionary browned meadows
crying tenderness bygone
Like a faded Henna
upon memory's silky texture
your aging love
Like visionary browned meadows
crying tenderness bygone
like a writer's flowery pen
pinning language's butterflies
on each question mark.
pinning language's butterflies
on each question mark.
laila Neihoum
2 comments:
Beautiful tapestry , precious as an ancient turkish rug.
This is really lovely, you can almost touch it, and breath it in like a fresh cool breeze.
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