Tag: Bhutanese
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water ( short story )
my first born was seven when she asked me if i could teach her swimming, i shortly pulled my head away from the computer screen and instead told her she was too young for swimming. she would often hover around my workspace, slide into my arms or misplace the notes on the desk. i never…
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to be here & to be with you
I wonder if I could ever be Neruda, Rumi or Green. If I could ever have their knowledge to hold a pen and name the wildest world I create. I wonder if I can ever be enough and not enigmatic. Despite having so much of you in my heart, I still can’t fabricate about how…
Prena Poetry 