A moment

The stretch of skies
Between dawn and dusk
Gold melting into bluish white
Blue and forlorn the hours
Till it deepens
Liquor tea
At dusk
There is
Not a moment in time
When the stars fade
Only
One forgets to stare
And find them
Scorched from view
Elsewhere
Wind and rivers
Had conceived
Pregnant clouds
Burst over windowpanes
Gray earth
Cling to feet
as if a reluctant lover
grudging goodbye
A lump of grief
Collects at my throat
The day slides
from my grasp








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