by fathema | Feb 23, 2019 | Uncategorized
The wind that blows, It blows from three hundred miles away, From the back of my home, From over the dark and cool pond, It sweeps the petals of china box flowers, Hanging loose from the drooping branches, Over the silent and flower strewn water,...
by fathema | Feb 16, 2019 | Uncategorized
When you are glued to silence, your eyes but have the ability to wax eloquent about your unvoiced feelings through their shines and glints. Avid face readers take the clues from the eyes to perceive what is unsaid. If one can cast their focus into the eyes of the...
by fathema | Feb 5, 2019 | Uncategorized
The Pink sweater that my mother knitted, She knitted it throughout a year, Her fingers bruised and loops she missed, Her weak eyes strained to retrieve And knit them back. Her joint pain worsened and she grew plump, And more cholesterol clogged her arteries. The past...
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