Farewell

The Seven Farewell

ranjitap
Poetry
900
The Seven Farewell They were the worst tears I ever cried They were the annihilation and nirvana The door to the soul and out of it The most precious, the seven farewells One of seven, I smiled as I bo... Read More...
Winter Here

Winter Here

ranjitap
Poetry
1729
It is winter here. Cold, feathers of snow float and dance and then hit the ground. Their weightlessness is adorable, so pure, so fragile and so beautiful. The thin thread between the consciousness and existence... Read More...