by Mário Santos The nymphs immersed in the deep haven of the river, inhabit the minds of the sailors who drift upon distressed waters, oblivious to the compulsive force that pushes them, inebriated by sleep. The river hides deep in its waters the last tears of the infants who traveled along it, in the gloom of sleep. Dark banks, drowned Read More
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The day begins again
by Megha Sood Silence rests on the edge of my hand a slight movement and it breaks the facade of stillness; of eternity, of longevity and more. my body lies supine within this tall grass scorched by the sun whitened by the heat emptiness seeps slowly making a long trail as that of the tears on my cheeks everything around Read More