A wind around me tonight
Is no oblivion
I follow...
Sounds of leaves, plates and glasses
On a piece of paper
In deep darkness
I pour the colours.
In words only the silence
Erasing oracle
I take care of
The touch..... hot and cold
Then....
Each part of me begins to speak
Grows strange, strange without anyone
But, ultimately the world of moonlit night
Shatters into pieces
And within the same seconds
I fail to catch the train.
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©hridayanan
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