shravya

moon drunk foxes howling at the muted moon

this is the millionth time she

walked away with a straight face.

the only time i’d be held

is when water reaches me

so i summon the tide and bathe in the pool.

clouds scudding and i feel like a clear sky

vast and empty

but i have infinite possibilities-

leave me in a forest fire

i’ll be back with a burnt log

i probably should’ve been a blazing tree.

clouds scudding and i feel like a clear sky

vast and empty

but i carry with me,

infinite possibilities.

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