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PrernaK Mar 2019
I dip my fingers in me
thinking of your face.
biting my lips,
figuring out your taste.

you seem like a
drop of sweat on my nape,
honey milk on my waist.

One summer
you shall flow
and the flowers
would glow waiting
for the rains.

Do not haze, neither haste.
the world inside me will tremble,
and so will my skin.

for some stones
now know
how a bud blossom
in the cold snow.

©ladywithpen
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PrernaK Feb 2019
Lets just walk a mile
for a while
not thinking
about where to go

all the places
I stroll with your
hand in mine
would be our destination.

©ladywithpen
We are home. Together.
PrernaK Mar 2019
We were asked
to make wine.
We made poison as well.

©ladywithpen
This earth was never given to us for building economics and trade policies, it was definitely not gifted for dividing us in borders or for politics. We have messed up big time, we did everything we were not suppose to and maybe the pandora box that we talk about is all of this.

Such beautiful places, people, minds, art. All of which is now unexplored, unknown. It was never suppose to be like this. We're cursed, cursed with limited time and no knowledge of what our purpose is. We made a commodity and we made it our need. When the need was to fall in love, to be wise, to nurture art and to grow with it. Now we need to be saved from something which is our own created monster.

Silver lining is, in all this we still have magic to save us in the end like hope was in the pandora box.

To hope, to magic and to making this world a better place.

— The End —