The evening melts into oblivion
I saw a soul perched on my skin
Beaded and bubbled in love’s warfare
The greenery is dropped in palettes
Hues of red and crimson joy
The fairies sung in unison
A drama written upon the land of sadness
The holy grail is beamoned with sacrifice
A numberless winged dews of poetry
It has the power to heal any broken soul
The sad demise of mountains high
A melodic death happens afar
The poet is now crowned with victory
Art as it is upon God’s hands.
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Sayani Mukherjee
Picture Nick Victor
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