Into the black water I buried the past
as ripples linger and die away on the
It’s invisible this feeling of relief and
pain, in the reflection of the water, I
learn how nothing remains constant
The sound of a nightjar singing is all
I hear, apart from moon that hourly
whispers and veils my tears.
I, sometimes wonder whether water,
has power to carry away unattained
desires and whims?
In the silhouette of emboldened trees
I held hands with understanding, as
morning awoke to greet a starry sky,
into the black water I buried the past.
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