the kind of face
I might remember
like light and shadow
on calm waters
eyes plunging into my body
so intense
that I struggle to stay afloat
to see the sky of stars
a smile like the eagle above
encircling me.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
The steam from the black coffee rose in a jagged, translucent swirl, a ghost of heat against the sharpening chill of the Dehradun morning. I...