Ashraf ul Alam Shikder

A dream

A dream
of dead grass

pale and creamy
white

stone, river, leaf
flowers and airs

a fortune teller bird
that never lies

the dream of a
dead horse

on dead grass
beside a river

beside a stone and leaf

Comments1

  • jarcher54

    Haunting... I like the bare bones of this little revelry.



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