A blue sky of tattered past
Of sublime wishes and never ending past
A poetic reverie of past sense
Of diamonds and opal linen sky
A two pence watch to sell for
The night sky of ever changing wishes
Of topaz and blueness at this hour
I surmise my clock to send for
God’s hands in my prayers
Of what ifs and crestfallen goodbyes
As if the sky was ablazed with midnight memories.
Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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