strawberry moon . . .
the ever-changing glow
of mother's wrinkles
lonely evening . . .
a dog curls
into itself
dusky horizon...
the crescent-shaped echo
of the azan
screensaver...
the way your smile
fades away
strawberry moon . . .
the ever-changing glow
of mother's wrinkles
lonely evening . . .
a dog curls
into itself
dusky horizon...
the crescent-shaped echo
of the azan
screensaver...
the way your smile
fades away