Musing


The mist, the smoke, the ache.
I breathed in;
And flicked off few stories
That burn quietly.

Comments

Elisabeth said…
Haunting Nazia, and where are those 'few stories'? Will we get to read them?
Nazia Mallick said…
Thank you for stopping by, Elisabeth.

Yes, you would. Soon.
And then again;one by one.
Basque-Land said…
Thank you for this poem. I like poems to "simmer" in me and when they "taste" good and rich, I serve them.
Nazia said…
Thanks Rozanna

To let is "simmer" is truly an inspiring thought!

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