Toubkal

I'm not giving you any context, because that makes it more ambiguous and enigmatic, and my poetry tutorΒ absolutely loves that (learning so much already). I thought of sunlight splintered with the cold, Stiff pea-coat collars braced against the breeze, Seeing her nameless grimace β€˜cross the chill, And I could only call her beautiful. It does … Continue reading Toubkal