THE NIGHT
The night is tender
and its heart is wide,
just like the cows I saw in Indian cities.
So, without any delay,
I disappeared into its soft soul.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
THE NIGHT
The night is tender
and its heart is wide,
just like the cows I saw in Indian cities.
So, without any delay,
I disappeared into its soft soul.
