
The evening is colorful
With semi darkness, 
The holes on my roof
Clearly make my night starry, 
The sky betrayed me once
When you were the moon 
That I could not touch. 
By the evening’s pond 
I met the lord
Who taught me 
That dark is divine too.
I am leaving too much behind
To build a soul 
That can find a home. 
Widespread is the hug of love
That is like the low hanging 
Of a tree bough, 
With constellations above 
That shine.
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© Sushant Thapa 
Biratnagar-13, Nepal 
Picture Nick Victor
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