Fire and Sky

she sits by the window
on a winter morning
her hands circling a cup of tea
straining to see the blue sky –
clean, cloudless, warm

the thick black branches
stretching out above her
dare her to find
the sky of her imagination

i am firm but creamy
sugary at the top
when you burn me
my skin turns brown
and crunchy to the bite
but inside i remain
as tender as ever

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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