SUPER LINE POETRY

My Diry

 HE LIVES IN DREAM....ALONE

"(…) your world just a whisper, a holy name uttered

before sleep and dreams of burning"

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Vandana Khanna, from You Who Have Taken The Name Clare in “🚇 To Agra”  "(…) Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole." —  Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis