Nothing speaks to me more than a pine tree
and its misty breath
and a sunflower
and its fresh scrubbed face of hope
and that moment in time
when the evening is a pale rose
with its petals around everything
even the thought that it is not enough
and the thought that maybe it is..
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Reema Moudgil has been writing for magazines and newspapers on art, cinema, issues, architecture and more since 1994, is an RJ, hosts a daily Ghazal show, runs unboxed writers, is the editor of Chicken Soup for The Indian Woman’s soul, the author of Perfect Eight (http://www.flipkart.com/perfect-eight-9380032870/p/itmdf87fpkhszfkb?pid=9789380032870&_l=A0vO9n9FWsBsMJKAKw47rw–&_r=dyRavyz2qKxOF7Yuc ) and an artist.
