Soft Pinch

Once, heart was a ripened apple
grew in hills in the hailstorm,
reflected white snake like river
flowed through the fathomless valley,
carriedsilverysmellof dewdrops.

Thoughts were relentless breeze
Stopped in the thick pines
to recreate words and melodies
carried from distant reeds
that grew in the of plains of rains.

Soul was full of smell of earth,
breath oflife, rays of hopes
frozendreams, flowering glow of dawn,
those pinches soft still
wakes upmy heartevery morning

by Lohi Lohian

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