Previous
Previous
Love at Margins (Or: Love Letters I Cannot Send #14)
Next
Next
Brown eyes are deep pools of sunshine,
Flattering, in essence,
Hidden from the world.
Until those eyes penetrate your skin,
A sunset of its own appears.
Aiyesha Swarnn has been working as a freelance writer for over two years. Based in the West Midlands, she dedicates her passion for South Asian culture, sustainable fashion, climate restoration and youth advocacy within her writing. Her articles have been featured in Uprising, Studenteer, New Student magazine, Lead the Change and the Alpha Times newsletter based in Brussels.