(To my sister, Ayisha) —by Paul Wadey, 27.11.2023 In whispered tones, may one impart the sound Of hearts o’erfilled, by fate’s own hand so bound? Doomed to rupture, lone, sans witnesses ear, In future’s veiled embrace, unknown, unclear. Oh, for the power in mere words to seize This fleeting life’s mortality, and freeze. Would that… Continue reading