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alexandraisonfire

  • Indecision

    Imagine standing on a fence, Picket between each foot Staring over the wall Time to jump or drop Picture two mirrors facing each other, Can you fly or will you ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah