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| Photo Credit: Rishi Baldawa |
On the edge of the sea they stayed.
the two careless souls.
conversing with the stars, dancing with the
bright planet.
On that,
Sun filled night with a transparent
rainbow,
And the unsaid waited.
Shining, wriggling,
Like an oil bubble on water.
Visible but invisible.
Like the statue of the black horse.
Which galloped with the missing taxis.
Killing impulses, spilling spirits.
Lost, they met Time - that insane being
Standing in the soul frying lane.
As a last chance, they turned.
To the crescent-moon shaped path.
And to the flute playing boy they sold,
the remaining sane seconds.
On the edge of the sea they lay,
The two dreaming souls.
Escaping crowds, selling stories.
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