The sniff lingers between the hills and the mountain a sniff to overcome a dismay, a snippet of a saint through the threads of fragile life. Jasmine- a floral drop of snow now between my knuckles, rubbing against my pillow a cry for dreams, a lotus shaped prayer. Jasmine- a quiet nostalgic hope, prayers about fairies and daydreams, The sun and the waters, echoing wool of the sunburn. The sniff- my mother's voice an elastic memory of tales and despair.
A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times.
Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied.
My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others.
Curator of Olive Skins.
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Really beautiful poem, really brings out the nostalgic sense. 😀 Also a suggestion, if you want to tag your website and book in your posts, try using a different block like a quote or even an image block to draw some attention to it! Alternately, you can use a button block which could be easier for the people to see and click on to take them to the website or the book. Hope this helps in some way!
Keep writing!
MY VALIANT SOUL 
Stunning poetry
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Thankyou.:)
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Really beautiful poem, really brings out the nostalgic sense. 😀 Also a suggestion, if you want to tag your website and book in your posts, try using a different block like a quote or even an image block to draw some attention to it! Alternately, you can use a button block which could be easier for the people to see and click on to take them to the website or the book. Hope this helps in some way!
Keep writing!
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Thankyou for the tip.
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soft🌼
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Thankyou to another jasmine.:)
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