brief sonnet to sorrow by téa nicolae

Posted on by Téa Nicolae

I

am

digesting

my

loss

as

life

dances

on

the

tip

of

my

tongue

* original format:

* happy december, my loves! as 2020 is slowly coming to end, i am bringing back this poem which was published on The Writing Disorder in summer, as i believe that it encapsulates my year beautifully; fully.

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Published by Téa Nicolae

🌸 poetess and scholar 🌸 a Devī-bhakta 🕊 🌙 I wore myself out, looking for myself. No one could have worked harder to break the code. I lost myself in myself and found a wine cellar. Nectar, I tell you. There were jars and jars, and no one to drink it. 🌙 Lallā

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