Life & Place / Whispers
Ashes in the Shape of Her
There was once a presence—not quite a girl, not merely a boy,but a light the soul recognizedbefore the mind could give it form.A breath…
The journal of Muhammad Arooj
Ideas from the work. Things noticed along the way. A few words worth returning to.
There was once a presence—not quite a girl, not merely a boy,but a light the soul recognizedbefore the mind could give it form.A breath…
The wind held its tongue on the edge of the pines—then spoke in the hush.Not in thunder, not in verse—truth broke in the hush.…
I carried her out through the morning light,Where dew still clung to blades of grass,And robins stirred in gentle flight,And time, for once, forgot…
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