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in the wisps of mist
stroking the curves
of a sleeping mountain
I hear a call

husky tones
siphoned off
by a cold wind
mocking

I see you still
as a filtered moon
drifts over my lashes
quivering

like the scent of you
as we dance
skin to skin
close
From the day of birth
you may live to a hundred-plus
become the rustic
trust the anvil negate hate
all that time you were dying
 Feb 2022 Sukanya Sinha Roy
nivek
drink of sunshine
wash of rain
blue sky to sail

earth to conceal
stars to dance
crumble of stone.
~
Another green world
reels them in

unfledged
lovers

they yearn
to be hydro-electric

cascading over
emerald and stone

floating along
with the water hyacinth

where they evaporate
but do not falter

in the naked spring
of continuously November

jumping off
a bridge above ecosystem

a new frontier
under their nose

as souvenir:
pioneers to the fall

and yet all they really
need to remember is

this is where they
first made love

~
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