Sunday, July 02, 2017

To melt

Rosa Covarrubias con rebozo by Tina Modotti
To melt all our burning
pride into a scented balm
to sooth the misery
of this strange wild world.

- Neha

Why I love birds

Rosa Rolanda - Autorretrato, 1958
That, we too can rise
despite gravities’ fierce pull.

- Neha