Thrum.

Poetry abstract are with colors nebulizing from the center with sunflowers facing that center

Everyday
Thrum with yourself
break apart in a thousand hues
a thousand subtle hues more
and even more thousand sheer glimmers,
then barely perceptible
and then something
unknown and magical
terrible and beautiful








Published by Rafia Bilkis

Someone just like you— living the living. My heart a portal of Words.

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