poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
There is You,The Nectar in the line of my Eyes where Kohl meets,The Point of which two Rivers, stream either in ecstasy, or in sorrows,You have even created that which I see you from, feel you from, be humbled from,It is a Seeing, as the Fanaa I experience, following my looking, exudes it,I have lost […]