fiction and poetry, Poems, Poetry


The answer to silence :
Is a breath of someone you remember

It seeps into yours lips,
It blossoms up your neck
Turns it into a tendril drowsed in rain.

It caresses the lungs, painting them
In hues or orange, red and shallow yellow.

Your toes move when you hear me.
Have you ever noticed?

A freckle gleams and shapes the arc of cheeks.
Its like the summer where you met me.
Its the summer , you shall never have again.

I became the monsoon, after that,
Turned you into a rainforest
Drop by drop.

Like it should always have been.


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