With all its colours, And all its tastes, Comes summer with stories, Of traditions and a new phase. The aroma of dried Indian spices. Of...

If I had to put us in a box, it would consist of the following: • My favourite scarf that you like wiping your hands on. it now smells...

I saw the sky change it’s colors all night, From the pinks and purples of twilight, To the dark blue of the night sky, Until it became...

The clouds stretch in the coral sky, In patterns like the veins create on my hands, With tiny fragments carrying blood, Keeping me alive,...