Poems from milaali

    have you ever thought  about how many times  the planets regret their orbit  or if the cold tight air feels more like a hug  or a...
white woman is a kind lady all smiles and tulips in the morning goes to church on sundays or maybe not maybe she doesn’t like churches or...
curly haired boy reminds you of fire but not the brightness of it just the burning and the aftermath and the smell of something over...