The invisible masks. a poem by Ali Imran

The invisible masks Unpeopled streets for days, weeks and months toss my mind into a time warp – a winter of earth’s discontent with frozen memories snowballing, and pounding me into a strange oblivion. In the park outside my window birds touch down, chirp in the trees. After sundown a bevy of shy deers appearsContinue reading “The invisible masks. a poem by Ali Imran”