The one who descended in a beam of light
had a lot of stories to tell.
A frost and a mist covered the shiver that numbed
the fingers that had set out to write.
She came on a starry night
with a gift of a flower in her hand,
though she knew, a gift of a flower would not last;
it would wither before the light of dawn.
Sushama Karnik
Nov 18, 2016
had a lot of stories to tell.
A frost and a mist covered the shiver that numbed
the fingers that had set out to write.
She came on a starry night
with a gift of a flower in her hand,
though she knew, a gift of a flower would not last;
it would wither before the light of dawn.
Sushama Karnik
Nov 18, 2016
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