By the empty swing,
I come searching my childhood,
Foretimes that swayed free.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Swing
I come searching my childhood,
Foretimes that swayed free.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Swing
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A small monsoon moment—rain-soaked greenery, petrichor rising from warm stone, and a humble plate of fritters turning weather into memory. S...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
Very retrospective. I like it.
ReplyDeleteVery retrospective. I like it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
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