Good Writing

by Guruguhan Iyer

My lungs have stopped breathing.

My heart has stopping beating.

The hairs on my forearms have risen, like

a storm from an ocean.

And the world is looking stranger than usual.

 

The words that you culled out from your thoughts;

And the thoughts that you culled out from your heart.

No one can describe how beautiful they really are,

Not even you.

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