PUSHPITA AWASTHI
Thursday, February 26, 2015
|| sunrise touch ||
you disappear
the world
stands still
only breath
crosses time
unaffected
after you
song sounds
insipid
in the folds
of your handkerchief
are layers
of your touch
and i feel you
rising in me
like the sun.
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