I see my dreamcatcher dangling by the window
I see all the lost dreams it failed to catch
As the feathers dance to the rhythm of the wind
Out of thin air -
the fragrance of your shampoo hits me
It teleports me back to those days
I play with the feathers now
like I used to play with your hair,
those velvety black falls
I'd love to drown in.
- Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
الشعرA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
