The sun's white tune is breaking windowpanes,
As if we never danced to last night's rains.
Your cold look cuts my coming at the knees.
Emptiness is as giant as elm trees.

You do not want this leaf I dipped in dusk.
Light is exposing pity to the husk.
Blue is too frail to interest you, my friend.
Boat of my soul, I give it to the wind.

From my book, 'Ever Sunset', Skylark Publications, India

Sandra Fowler

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