Purple hibiscus and the tears of tomorrow
Bleeds a thousand promises of faith
I breathed a heavy breathing of autumn
Of memories and March days
Of banal thoughts and the heights of the promise
An autumn day of quite and solitude
The river runs a deeper knife
Of past statues and quiet evenings
A little day of yellow faces
My poetry is for roses and dandelions
Dancing around the river green
Till the moonshine kisses the rain.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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