A love poem by Sarala, for Different Truths. How was your day my love? He asked as she returned from the office She smiled She chuckled She giggled She...
Here’s an intense and evocative poem by Smita. And then she was goneAnd he paced the apartment,A lone wolf, restless,Its tongue hanging out . . . He stood by...
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