Perishable Poems

It's strange, how we cheer with the tunes even when the songs are too short. It's lovely how we create moments, even when they slip we find shapes in the clouds and in running water though they shift in minutes. It's strange how we create how we recreate even when we get nothing in return.... Continue Reading →

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