Eyes burn…
not because the day
isn’t beautiful.
but because something
isn’t right.
Sleep. Sleep tight.
Forget the night.
And rise to a morn
more beautiful, with a beautiful
dream to share.
haris adhikari
Eyes burn…
not because the day
isn’t beautiful.
but because something
isn’t right.
Sleep. Sleep tight.
Forget the night.
And rise to a morn
more beautiful, with a beautiful
dream to share.
Under the umbrellas of
mushrooms
there are
ants awaiting
the rain
to stop;
nearby
is a cast(l)e of termites.
Should it be like this?