I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy
The sun is shining bright this morning and the gentle breeze is cuddling the bamboo leaves across my window. The world outside this sheath is inviting me to step out and bathe in the smells of the earth, the warmth of the sun and the enchanted colors after the rain.
Before my haste, the wave…