The Twilight Evening Poem by Sumita Jetley

The Twilight Evening



it is here
walking just raw
minus stars
and I am carving mine eyes

just in its interim core
I just wish

I call it quits
or it sharpens its edges

so that either way
there is a coldness

no-thrill

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