I write what I see. |
| New year begins with hopes. I wish to write at least a Blog post per day. |
Uncertain Bodhisattwa Parekh Edges become blurred. Against the pale wall. Not quite human. Or not a not even a tree. A tall lean dirty, Breathing stillness where the streetlamp dies. It waits, it just waits, with no clear face. A trick of the light, maybe. or something else. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |