Essays on travel, cities, memory, and the unnoticed textures of the world.
Treading the backstreets,
On the hopscotch-chalked sidewalks,
And in the strings of strange Trennbare verbs
Of a stranger language,
I have often secretly tried
To trace your immaculate form,
Connecting the invisible dots
That lay all around,
Scattered,
Like silver mercury on earth.
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loved reading this.
Even if it doesn’t rhyme?
rhymes matter?
You tell? You have been writing a lot lately.
expression matters, that’s it. this one with its perfect choice of words and strong portrayal of feelings leaves a lasting impression.
I am glad it does. Thank you.
Beautiful and lovely!
Thank you. Your appreciation matters.
My Pleasure. Stay blessed! 🙂
Beautiful as ever…
Deep thought with a bombardment of vocabulary 😉 Liked it!
Welcome to the world of blogging 🙂
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