FEBRAUARY FRAGRANCE: DAY 19: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, DEW DROP

The daylight hatched a small little hut,
on the sandy shores of my river's bank;
The twilight came to be matched on face;
while in my sleeps, someone came as dream;
The dark night stretched a black curtain
in between the burning sun and the wet moon;
a red rose petal, delivered a morning dew drop

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI