By: Neerja Pande Tiwari

thunder squalls stole
the reds of dawn
with gusts of winds
painting the sky grey


frozen heart, breathless
in vacuum, i float weightless
in love, i know nought


A safe sanctuary
this tired heart desires
circle of your arms


in fragrance of wind
promise of summer rain
held out hope
for blossoms

(Neerja Pande Tiwari)

Daily Quote: That sense of sacredness, that thinking in generations, must begin with reverence for this earth.
- Paul Tsongas

Linguist Corner-FRENCH: améliorer / to improve
- Le maire souhaite prendre des mesures pour améliorer la qualité de l'air que nous respirons.
- The mayor wants to take steps to improve the quality of the air we breathe.

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