Dhara Shrivastava

Nightstand by the window

By Dhara Shrivastava in Poetry | Reads: 253 | Likes: 0

I sit cross legged on the edge of my bed My mind wandering off to places I don't recognise The window by the bed caught my eye and my whole body felt the deep breeze, The scent of wet soil echoing in my soul. By the window was my nightstand  holding onto my sanity was my bookshelf Some of whic  Read More...

Published on May 28,2020 12:37 AM

Edit Your Profile

Maximum file size: 5 MB.
Supported File format: .jpg, .jpeg, .png.