Monday, March 11, 2013

Borderline



The washed out tracks disappear behind,
and my footprints fade
when the foams cut deep and sharp-
yet, over the last long waves, as it swells with hope,
I am solaced by your laughter



© Nazia J      

Kindled

Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...