Withdrawing an outward grasp, Coming backward to the roots. Dry tears smudging the kohl lined eyes. Silently comes The moist air of uncertainty. The nectar drops. Onto the earth To nurture, A seed of hope.
Withdrawing an outward grasp, Coming backward to the roots. Dry tears smudging the kohl lined eyes. Silently comes The moist air of uncertainty. The nectar drops. Onto the earth To nurture, A seed of hope.
