Words had escaped
out of my window,
Leaving the door bolted.
While the 'komorebi' left behind a trail
of infinite traces,
punching holes in places,
The one/she only saw concrete lanes and bridges.
The woods was always so near..
So sweet, so sour.
Words had escaped
out of my window,
Leaving the door bolted.
While the 'komorebi' left behind a trail
of infinite traces,
punching holes in places,
The one/she only saw concrete lanes and bridges.
The woods was always so near..
So sweet, so sour.
out of my window,
Leaving the door bolted.
While the 'komorebi' left behind a trail
of infinite traces,
punching holes in places,
The one/she only saw concrete lanes and bridges.
The woods was always so near..
So sweet, so sour.
© Rajkumar Panthoiren
Picture courtesy: Reader's Digest
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