listen

listen





her music trails
between white walls
flying curtains
and heartbeats

.

listen to my poems
but do not look for me
look for you

nayyirah waheed, salt.

. . .

friday noontide
the third
vaiśākha

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -