Raindrops from the sky,
a slice of the bedazzled moon,
sunrise in the canvas-
inside your eyes,
fires walk closer
smoky silence ignites
stars move on unknown ridges
words stumble in the dark
looking for light
inky colours of ambivalence-
in shades of grey and gold
crash through autumn-worn trees,
thoughts drop like meteors
scattering in the mind
inside the mind,
it begins like this
and ends like that,
colours rise into the sky
Capture them in words?
May I?
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