The Sunday Muse #227
My joy
is broken
into fragments.
It touches
a moment
and slips
Through the fingers.
Participating in : The Sunday Muse
The Sunday Muse #227
My joy
is broken
into fragments.
It touches
a moment
and slips
Through the fingers.
Participating in : The Sunday Muse
The Sunday Muse 226
On stolen moments
Sometimes expectedly
Sometimes unexpectedly
There are no two ways
When the heart yearns
To smell the flowers
Even in the wilderness
There is a hunger to feel, to learn,
To get enchanted in the embrace
Of the greatest teacher,
The nature!
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Day-22 NaPoWriMo-2026 Prompt: Jaswinder Bolina’s poem “ Mood Ring ” imagines the speaker as both himself and an interior being (who hap...