Remains
I would stop thinking about the smallest details in my mistakes,
Those words would have more meaning than my thoughts ever had,
The days would encounter the opportunities, almost invisible in this deteriorated current world,
These limbs would linger into the depths of the browns.
There, where the horizons merge, my needs would start diverging,
Echoing through the opaque splash of blues and greys,
Resting on the stiff broken plates of peace,
I would carry nothing but my dreams,
The rest left in repose, as it seems.
- Swagata Lakshmi Das
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