poetry

The Edge of a Dream / Dee

it has been a bleak month. winter tries to push through dark colored skies and ends up choking on our

we waited for seasons،،oncefor peoplefor each otherfor love ~connection  وابستہ a timea seasona placea personsome people وابستگی scenttouchfeelingreminders of the

thatthere was life growing inside mebreathingthe umbilical cordstill beats to the rhythmof those I bore

… Trousseau / Dee

you smell of corridors i haven’t walked in years

drones over gazai hear themdeadeningyoudeafeningme