Free verse

Day 353: Serendipity

My home is a luminous pearl in the Indian Ocean I am told. An iridescent drop of Buddha's tears, haunting and beautiful. This home I collect, through historical memory. People, places, and spices, teasing the edges of my senses, like the ebbs and flows of waves on the beaches of Colombo - or is it… Continue reading Day 353: Serendipity