I am bare but whole,
the moment you touch my soul,
shell exfoliates.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Shell
the moment you touch my soul,
shell exfoliates.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Shell
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.