The hefty dreams of suburban cities
The burning sky the nightlife of Naples
Asks me to write a sonorous letter
To the crescent moon high above the park
A dandelion for her wish to fold the dreams
I surmise in sipping letters to not feel the danger
Brown skin city high scapes school me
A nail pictured shopkeeper in the most urgent way
The honey choir of dazzling smoke
The lost feathers of the peace of dove
A symbol of fraternity among the sleeves
As if the night bloomed daisies know the human heart.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor