I left my words on the webnot knowing they would meet your eyesI cast my eyes on the webnot knowing they would meet your lines
I can see love in your eyesAnd that longing gaze you giveSays, “can we start with our smiles”So these longing days we liveFor “the…
Today was the third time we met in the lift
this, I don’t know if I can call it a poem, is inspired, again, by Tasneem Kagalwalla’s poem:
A light rain is falling tonightBetween me and the city lightAnd youPerhapsAre looking at the same rainBut in a different lightPerhapsLike…
A fiction
Inspired by DiAmaya Dawn’s
You create your world with lettersWhile I break mine down to numbersI would have been stranger to your…
I can’t say if this is a billet-doux