Untouchable — TheFeatheredSleep

l. I slept though I did not sleep onboard the memory of you wrapped around my legs entwined we touched, we did things in real life we would not like thirsty vines found purchase I wake hot with a sore-throat for calling you in dream you stay just far enough away to be exquisite, painful […]

Untouchable — TheFeatheredSleep

My morning started with this. Wow! We just want to read something like this. Untold, uncensored, beautiful flow, something as fresh as the first drop of rain. Staking blossoms in the brain. Absolutely gorgeous and inspiring to the budding writers. Ummmah…❤ Fabulous.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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