Ayesha iSha - The Stranger

I only have thoughts

That become words

Scattered like the countless coins on the floor of a shrine

The words that clink and make soul stirring sounds

The words when mingled together

Paint a picture that completes me

That’s the world inside me

That’s the identity I can relate to

Ayesha iSha

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