Azure

sun is rolling down at horizon

sky of concrete jungle is saffron.

my mind is foggy as I woke up.

I don’t want another sad poem

I don’t want another evening waste.

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the soft setting twilight breeze

waved on me as if I’m a beach.

the lather of wave all left behind

past life memoirs actually

moments in momentary beats.

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foot prints of time washing away

leaving behind shells & starfishes

monotonic loneliness they carry.

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I closed my eyes; hands on my chest.

throb at finger points I sense subtly

(beating of west sun I assumed)

sun is rolling down at horizon

sky at my window foggy azure.

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Foggy