Your words-
a salve to my restless heart,
a whisper soft enough to soothe the emptiness in my soul.
They fall like the gentle rain on cracked saffron fields of my longing,
seeping into the earth, stitching me whole like a Pashmina shawl-each thread humming with warmth and care
a salve to my restless heart,
a whisper soft enough to soothe the emptiness in my soul.
They fall like the gentle rain on cracked saffron fields of my longing,
seeping into the earth, stitching me whole like a Pashmina shawl-each thread humming with warmth and care