Fragrant words

the ink drop bleeds from my wound of the past how beautifully, it drops throwing my mask in the sheet like the vapours colliding the sky the exuberant eye-catching landscape  drip , drip it falls on the paper, from my breath to my leg from my mind to the tree that made this paper I give…

Auburn circle

Auburn circles of faith, drooling hope in my throat choking my senses to deliver the web of matched periphery of dawn to dusk. I am hanging from the top of colossal tree, where children and lovers come to bask in the mirth of my golden shade, My sapphire corset lying in the turbid laps of nature under…