(Photo credit: National Geographic)
The sun does not crush me
The sun does not crush me
nor do monsoons
nor does the enormity of the sky
and stroke by stroke I come for you
to find where you are lost
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
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Elegant and beautiful!
Thank you, Dennis!