Beautiful poem by Ilda Dashi
I packed up many of my books,and sold them.I did not belong in those pages anymore,everything has changed.I opened my cupboard and packed up many of my clothes,ready to sell them all,or give them away to anyone who may need them.I don’t see myself dressed in them any longer,i cannot be put into their size, nor into their colors and shapes anymore,everything has changed.The old is dissolving...I am empting everything,every corner of my room is getting burnt so is every corner of my soul.By (c) Ilda Dashi
----My thoughts: Came across this beautiful poem by IddaDashi, and it touched my soul, and hence though of keeping this in my collection, and sharing this with everyone.
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