Saturday, March 30, 2019

Ananya S Guha writes

Faraway Dreams

There are people in
the roads, their faces
I can only imagine in
colours of these hills
their sapphire blue
or in their diaphanous
stretch covering the eye
and the smut in my eyes
are removed as these
awesome hills outlive time
every minute by the day

I can wade through the streams
and cast my eyes on sapphire blue
the granite rocks, overhead a bird
hovers swiftly

How swift my desires catch
evening’s fireflies and the land
which nurtures always sleeps
in faraway dreams.
1-faces-illusion The Forest Has Eyes -- Bev Doolittle

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