Esraj
Esraj
In Your Hands
a rose-lipped, moon spiral shell
emerges a velvet red trumpet –
through smiling folds streams a line of pearls
which have drunk all the ocean’s blue-green;
silent silver depths gleaned,
a crystal mist floats skyward
to become Heaven.
– Duradarshinee Lee.
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