Foto Friday 24
In different proportions Sharp-edged thorns that prick Buds soft as silk Roots to hold the growing branches Leaves that ‘cook’ …
In different proportions Sharp-edged thorns that prick Buds soft as silk Roots to hold the growing branches Leaves that ‘cook’ …
Once there was an old man and an old woman. They were neighbors. Probably they grew up playing together, went …
I have heard that when sons (More so in the case of daughters. But here for reasons that are obvious …
Hope They tied my limbs Raised sharpened axes Mercilessly slaughtered Till I was no more…. A majestic tree With a …
It is time for the next batch of Shailisms to be offloaded on an unsuspecting public. This batch continues from …
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