Kheyal Darya

A mound of thoughts

    • friend

    Poem

    Who?

    Who? Yesterday when I called her A cold, submerged voice came Hello, who? Hello, who? Then silence In surprise, I asked her Is my name and number not saved? No, it’s not like that at all, she said How did…

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    Footsteps on the Sand

    Oh friend, soften the bitterness of your tone,I am too sensitive, too easily overthrown. I still recall soft footsteps on the sand,Leaving home behind, afraid of the unknown. Through burning deserts I travel, restless, worn,I tremble at shadows, at trees…

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