On My OwnSrishti JainIn the air of the city,I feel like a hermitsauntering across landscapewith lavendersand a breezethat welcomes mewhere I always belonged.It is serene watersthat touch my stormwishing me luckto never settlebutembrace warm cuddlesthat I chase within.I see the sky turningpink,blue,&purple,all the hues that prosper my energyto bear the brunt of timesalone and afar.It is to walk awayandcloser to the earth,smelling its freshnessthat scents of springthat reminds me ofh o m ewhere my mum writes me letters of lovebut not sending them my wayrather making me strong in my skinto be on my own.

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice.

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