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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