The night is murky
The dawn passes through
As the road gets ditsy
The pine roads pass by
The same old Town of dreams and magic
As I wander through
Through the wet sickness
Dry devoid of God’s optimal grace
The rain drenched hopes
Come by in surplus
The pink peonies of mahogany lines
Soft dangling daisies hope by
As I come home in unpredictable feelings.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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