"my voice is the offspring of two countries colliding."
rupi kaur, the sun and her flowers.
"there are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground. there are a thousand ways to come home again." - jalaluddin rumi
these poems are oldthese poems are new
they were born from the strongest winters, the prettiest summers
marrowed in smiles like tangerine popsicles
born from tears like paradise oceans
the past can be scary, but isn't it
the reason
we exist
read. think. read again. reflect. read again. remember.
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homeland burning
Poetryhear your homeland calling as it burns to ash. 2017, wiildflowerhoney.