#081

48 hours- we will be on
opposite shores

in my mind, i can see
the ocean- cerulean blue-
a lonely face, song-
less

my heart is half

and i don’t know
if ever Fate will fly me home
if ever i will see you again

©Mohana Das

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5 thoughts on “#081

  1. Some poets are able to take a handful of words and create a moment in time that leaves the reader breathless. This is one of those poems. I’m so glad you linked up at Real Toads so I could read this one… the line, “My heart is half,” says it all.

    Beautifully realized, Mohana! Peace, Amy

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