The
fragrance of it
Whispers
of blindness.
Is that a song?
Whispers
of melancholy.
Is that a tune?
Whispers
of light.
Are those only words?
Each
step I take
a layered mosaic
on the carpet of life.
Whither
do I go?
~
words:
Smitha Murthy, India
photo: Diana Wynne, California
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