LitWeekend

Oh, Fall! Thou art too easy on the eyesWith the crunch of russet leaves underfoot.What sweet flaming leaves! Enthralled by the bise,That force...

A jar of pickleof the finest Naga chilliesthat do not drip of oilor lose its tasteto sour vinegarbut has just the right amountof ginger...

I have sent up, to the heavens,Thousands of lanterns,Whispering wishes to the wind;That in my next lifetimeI'd still be bornInto the bosom of the...

I long to sing the song of the sun;Run wild barefooted on the sun-dried grass;Pluck and suck on the sun-kissed berriesUntil my lips turn...

Did you see the sky today?Did you stop somewhere on your way?I did, but they thought me strange;They stared at me...

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