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Parched Lips

My lips have become

A parched land

From the drought

Of not saying your name

For so long,

Even when my tongue

Brushes over the cracked surface

I feel a familiar ache

To just return to the taste of you

Upon my lips,

But then I remember,

No matter the yearning for you to be the one,

There were empty kisses you left behind,

A trail my lips have tried to erase,

But, parches over instead,

Leaving croaks of syllables in the air.

 

© Soshinie Singh

Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling

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The Canopy

‘West Coast Canopy’ by Randy Hayashi (sourced from Pinterest)

Silently in the night

The canopy rocks

Unsteady

Daunted

Uprooted from the limbs.

She remembered

She once held a canopy

Like a crystal ball she trusted

Secure

Steady

And tranquil.

But, then the canopy snapped

Leaving behind a deafening silence

In the mind’s storm.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling