The window does not open
to destiny
It opens
to the fatigued face
of an old sun
To dust and grass
A nameless path
Birds flying
with shards of sky
in their beaks
Two desperate eyes
on their way back home
A swarthy despondency overcomes me
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An absolutely brilliant,succinct, piece of writing, capturing a mood with an economy of expression.
Thank you Vijay!!
A brief glimpse of existential angst parsimonious in its rejection of poetic extravagance.
Thank you so much Louis!!
Succinctly powerful poetic expression
Thank You
Wow!
Thanks