after days
of begging
to ceiling
and wall
praying
to deities,
ancestors
and billowing
clouds;
the dreams have stopped.
the bittersweet
spice scent
of tamarind
& honey
fills my house.
– Sheila C.
after days
of begging
to ceiling
and wall
praying
to deities,
ancestors
and billowing
clouds;
the dreams have stopped.
the bittersweet
spice scent
of tamarind
& honey
fills my house.
– Sheila C.
sheila sea 
Awesome 🙂
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Nice poem Sheila
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I love your ability to evoke sentiments through sensations.
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