I still dwell on the day we met I was buying groceries from the spice market Your eyes met mine…

Mist atop the mountain cools the skin, But fills the lungs and never leaves It is a thin, Mirage White…

There was once a place of rock and cloud Where men climbed moons  Their picks chiseling through antiquity devastated…

I am woman “Exploited” from is in my dictionary exclusively Every single day But Tries of The Man to…