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The mid February sun scorches even the olive branc

The mid February sun scorches even the olive branch, the chestnut seed forced into a corner up on the mosaic terrace. 
No big deal, perhaps. 
We'll hold each other, surely. 
Drowning. Dreaming. 

//full poem in caption. Do not 'like' without reading. // A Common Advice: Seldom Followed
-Sanjana Kumar

Wash your hair with cold water. A common advice. 
Often heard. Seldom followed.
Perhaps. 
But in cold water we always are. Always have been. 
Drowning. Panting. Living. Breathing.
The mid February sun scorches even the olive branch, the chestnut seed forced into a corner up on the mosaic terrace. 
No big deal, perhaps. 
We'll hold each other, surely. 
Drowning. Dreaming. 

//full poem in caption. Do not 'like' without reading. // A Common Advice: Seldom Followed
-Sanjana Kumar

Wash your hair with cold water. A common advice. 
Often heard. Seldom followed.
Perhaps. 
But in cold water we always are. Always have been. 
Drowning. Panting. Living. Breathing.

A Common Advice: Seldom Followed -Sanjana Kumar Wash your hair with cold water. A common advice. Often heard. Seldom followed. Perhaps. But in cold water we always are. Always have been. Drowning. Panting. Living. Breathing. #Sun #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #Nostalgia #yqpowrimo #coldwater