The Ghazal Project- Citrine (Week 1) by Sheniz Janmohamed published on 2016-04-09T00:42:35Z These city streets are dappled with streamers of citrine The cup of my heart is brimming with lemon-tinted joy- citrine The cold claws at frost-bitten earth, daring the snow to descend. Quick, capture the sun in a rock: let it shine in a chunk of citrine. A heap of hay, a pound of gold dust, the sparkle of a candle flame: Let all crack the ice of Winter, softening into the gaze of Spring’s citrine. - © Sheniz Janmohamed Genre Storytelling
