Sound To Words
Sound
depends
on the heart
where my truth lives
from alone mountain comes out as fountain;
Hoary smoke from the ice berg of red heart
where mind befriends
the wise pen
to write
Words
15.06.2020 Chattogram (Double Tetractys)
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