You walk ahead yet moonlight keeps you in its sights. You move...
By Rida Khalid
The wait
Poetry
I painted my fingernails this morning.
They look even fresher under the traffic lights. Right now,
There’s nothing but the whizz of my car
And the bellowing echoes of my thoughts.
It’s raining.
A pitter patter of summer monsoon
Handpicked
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You are too beautiful to be spared— you must die to yourself. Unveil your glittering...
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During the great flood Noah hid himself in the ark While Dayu tried to contain it...
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In those days, the self-afflicted were loud like a rat caught in the dark pipe....