#034

that day bloomed delicate-
a wilted rose-
he had been counting heartbeats

overhead a bridge arched deceptive
the river was still asleep
breathing soft smoke in tandems

he drowned himself, disappointed

i lay mangled a few feet away,
clad in his shroud of delirious fog-

©Mohana Das

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33 thoughts on “#034

  1. Your poem is so expressive Mohana and reflective of the clouded details expressed in the artwork. It seems fitting to end with a very tragic conclusion. Thank you for sharing your talent. =D

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