I never feel low
but in flow.
I smell your skin
as the fragrance of
fresh wind
passing through cocoa tree.
I feel drench
as under fresh water rivulet
when you are upon me.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
Holi, the Indian "Festival of Colors," is far more than a vibrant spectacle of pigment and water. While it marks the arrival of...
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