Reset -Hrsh Reyalitee (Poem)
We are the Mysteries… Unfolded quickly like dirty dollar bills. Hurried to be handed over in exchange for what we named freedom. We come from behind the veil. Like a bride… Holding the keys to the grooms release. We are the grip of her roses… Holding on by the roots, protected by its thorns. Confusing … More Reset -Hrsh Reyalitee (Poem)