she is a wild seed,
blooming in my open palms—
my soul’s softest light.
About the Creator
Anuroop
I write because the truth is bitter, but the soul is hungry. My work is a mirror of grace and scars. I turn memoirs into maps and poetry into a space where we stop pretending. Let’s look closer together and find the truth in the journey.
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