5 september 2021
Life In Dewdrops
In unblemished irish,
the vision was a link
in blankness of thoughts, when
I was weaving a dream
around you.
Your cameo appearance
in flurry of tears,
rips apart my landscape.
The other moon wails behind the clouds.
In androgynous past,
you want to separate the sandwoods.
Death comes as a long sleep.
Your thick braid moves
like a reptile.
I have stopped scripting
the letters. Words float on the
carpeted domes.
Rains would not come tonight.
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