Walk, talk and life,
Can alter what she wants to write.
So does the temperature and the seasons.

The climate chokeheld her wrist,
That exhaled words into her fingers.

A gulmohar has blossomed outside her gates,
So does an old tree of words within her.

– Emily Parker



Posted on

July 2, 2019

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