#023

Stillness condensing
on streets, deserted
beneath catatonic arches-
threaded shadows

exhale withering fog
twirling, blind masquerade of
imperfections, sub-rosa.

Rain on tempered stemware,
footprints of moon spark
stencilled romances.

Touching fingertips,
cold on weeping glass
letters encrypted in
hoary ink, forever yours.

©Mohana Das

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