27 august 2018
Intriguing
The wind was black
and I wanted to make an eye contact
with the unknown.
Following the stars
in midnight-
there was something called
desire, in clean moon,
untying the knots-
in breast. The truth
was not in kernel,
it was in the flowing veins
of the leaves; sun, trapped
in green carbon. The-
wordless poem dousing
the fire between the cinders.
The cosmic door opens, shuts.
The bird song covers your tracks.
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