“It was just a glimpse of you, like looking through a window, or a shallow sea- could you see me? ….when love is gone, where does it go, and where do we go?”
Afterlife.
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Multilingual, British Indian (Panjabi) writer and artist from Birmingham, UK. View all posts by Ciona Bhachu Nankervis