Tuesday, February 26, 2013


Losing you every day with the sunset

As the horizon turns crimson in the West, a dull gloom spreads inside me; like it’s not the sun I am losing sight of, but you. And I know what comes next: A moonless night with dead stars. I keep flailing my arms but you don’t notice. And I sink lower into oblivion. 


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2 comments:

  1. God, this is such a beautiful interpretation. I am almost envious that I didn't come up with it first :-P

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  2. @Raajii: He he he! Thank you so much! :)

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