| Reena Saxena Jan 1 | a day, a month, a year, a decade, a century, an age ride on predecessors -carry bits of them like concealed colors of a spectrum -highlight their gold -leave imprints on transient sand knowing the future will interpret stories as they like the intent the act the message the art may oscillate between black and white yet a part of them remains in universal psyche I may come back again stories buried in sand grains will sprout new truths stand transformed to cleanse memory but spread fragrance reminiscent of my once-glorified existence What Do You See #219 | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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