These words will arrive in formations
about my sleep
about the morning fresh dew.
about Point of indulgence. Crisp periphery of sliced strawberries.
About dying Flowers and Fruits.
Scratch, fingers across belly button.
Finding appropriate word is almost like flowing incessantly.
My words will occur in shapeless boundaries
with lanterns and lost sheets of clouds.
A few about moments. A few about tiny swirls of acrylic seasons.
Would love to see you reading the poetry collection I published during the last year. Available worldwide now!:)