Purple breeze by Haider Katar

at ash season, a rustling of fronds in my chest, could be a smidgen from the last dream. a smoky breeze, a friendly ghost, behind blazing hills dashing along, accelerating, such an unbridled horse, the bushes of purple i know are carrying the scent of your cardamom. in the southern rain-ashforest, i walked with trembling bones and a boozy heart; with the smell of shes in nostrils. “no worries, mate.remnants of peach-coloured sunlight.

2020 Microflix entry regulations – film awards