This luminous collection of poems is a delicate coming-of-age journey, drifting from childhood through adolescence into early adulthood. Linger on memories and the quiet passage of time as the textures of food and the echo of scents are woven together with the intimate threads of faith and family. Each poem is weightless and tender, like a breath of wind against the skin — at once simple and sincere, yet permeated with a soft, unguarded romanticism.
“The sun did not become the moon.
It just hid beneath the dark
but looked on you with its watchful eye of cardamom, infusing milk from the stars.
Tonight the river is foaming subtext,
the wind blows leaves into verse.
The world is full of books.
Read to me.”