Monday, 7 December 2015

Mysterious #4 Tears

The forest echoes with laughter
as we run through it's trees.

The sunlight;
the leaves,
flowing with the breeze.

My cold winter hands come up 
to my warm summer face.
Gasping for breath,
I felt salt water on my lips.

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

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