By: Linda M Crate the water is too cold remembers me the blue of your november eyes suspended in the white of snow, and so i use my summer’s heart to melt through that memory; if i want to swim…
By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I…
By: Kousik Adhikari I walked into the garden Light decorated the offspring of light, So many flowers inexperienced Before the first rain, first fraud, Innocent breeze playing magic, Enchanting every live, every leave, But some moths waiting for first dream, Patiently…