Monday, April 25, 2016

Gopal Lahiri writes

Right moment

Burning slowly my past 
Over houses and streets,
My voice has not learned anything.

An empty night has never

Lived up to its expectations,

Sipping only pure, cold fire.

Breaking apart, the tiny stars

Clear out the dark skyline,

I seek the right moment of escape.

Burning slowly all that it’s left.

 C/2011 L4 Pan-STARRS-- Martin McKenna

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