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.
