#heap
4 poems
- Final JourneyDevendra Sahu · 2 min read · 3.2K readsI know my body is a pot of water and dusts Even if I can't see, they are a heap of atoms.Fantasy
- SacredSameer Ved · 1 min read · 348 readsFrom the zephyr I was lostAbstract
- Shapes And StructuresRita De · 1 min read · 155 readsThe sound, rhythm, meaning Of any piece of poetry or prose Does not touch me. I am struck with the shapes of the alphabetsAbstract
- I Love To YouDaiwik Maheshwari · 1 min read · 137 readsI'll breathe your air embrace.Romance
