My friend wears my scarf at his waistI give him moonstonesHe gives me shell & seaweedsHe comes from a distant city & I meet himWe will plant eggplants & celery togetherHe weaves me cloth Many have brought the gifts Continue reading “09: The Cloak of My Voice”
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Sanna Wani 