The Last Garden

All around, there is sand, ash, dirt – stretching on and on to the blood-red horizon and the jagged outline of the desolate mountains. The earth is dry as old bones. Everything is dead here. It has been dead for a long time. But there is the garden. White flowers spout from grass, turning their... Continue Reading →

Poem– Technicolor Ocean (A revisitation)

  Technicolor Ocean Glass-winged butterfly Flutters from white tulip to golden buttercup Red roses beckon Crimson beauty disguising dagger-sharp thorns A sea of flowers surges out Over caramel earth and verdant grass The butterfly glides over them A sailor alone in that floral ocean Giving himself to the rise and fall of wine-dark tides His... Continue Reading →

Poem- Technicolor Ocean

Glass-winged butterfly Flutters from white tulip to golden buttercup Red roses beckon Crimson beauty disguising dagger-sharp thorns A sea of flowers surges out Over caramel earth and verdant grass The butterfly glides over them A sailor alone in the ocean Giving himself to the rise and fall of wine-dark tides His white cap lost to... Continue Reading →

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