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It is a blog where I share my thoughts with you. I try to tell you how Bengal people can write a bit. What is the magic behind it? This is the most important question. These are logically described in this blog post. I hope you will enjoy it very much. |
| {center} Skin Silvern A thin curtain drawn tight Over the landscape of the body. It drinks the sun. A thirsty map of dots. And the faint blue rivers beneath. It remembers the sting Of a scraped knee long ago, The soft give of a baby's.. This living envelope, Breathing the air in and out, A quiet shield. It stretches, it creases, A history written in lines Around the eyes, the mouth. Sometimes it flushes hot With sudden shame or joy, A silent announcement. And when the cool rain falls, It feels every drop, A million tiny taps, A moment of simple undeniable presence. Blanket of flesh, This fragile marvellous skin. Linhes: 23 {dropnote:"Prompt"} Thursday 05 Prompt Word: Skin ⟴ Use a blank space intentionally {/dropnote} {/center} |