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After a Storm
After the storm the sky was light and smooth, as silk pure, blue, with no embellishment
On the gravels, along the railway my shadow and I walked together, in silence sunlight stroke upon my back its warmth slowly penetrating my skin permeating in my body reaching my heart expanding till the two hemispheres
clouds gone fogs lifted gray matters cleansed old dry leaves washed away misplaced branches restored intertwined wires untangled only those tiny purple flowers still sitting quietly in some corners
Teemed with liquid, tree foliages looked thicker, shades deeper through their dense masses sunrays subdued, lost glaring Even the river stopped rushing, so calm if it was not the stringy weeds swinging in its clear water I would thought it had fallen into a coma
On the water edge of Barton Pond some white flowers stuck out their heads, pressing their pretty faces onto the wrinkleless face of the lake I felt my bones softening, fleshes melting, dissolved into the dark water, thinning into the thin air my thoughts & feelings, left, buried deep under the rock bed of the pond |
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