Secret Chambers


This dawn speaks,
You are in a caravan

Through the long stretch of coconut grove
And wades into the vastness of sand dunes
You travel the breath of world

Yet I remember you, 
To capture 
The mountains of Sumerians,
To bring back
The lobes of flowers 
That fragrance the forest,
And the painted pitcher
That we loved once upon a time

Remember to pick the fragments 
Which subsumed in the secret chambers
Of the fallen hair 
And withered flowers 

While dusk, 
You were in a caravan.. 

~ Ahila..


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