Val Uchendu

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug–rain splatters on dry window pane–open journals of closed memories… tears of laughter and joy of pain… schmaltz of diametric morning.

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug–rain splatters on dry window pane–open journals of closed memories… tears of laughter and joy of pain… schmaltz of diametric morning.

– Val Uchendu –

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