Time slips through fingers like sand
In twilight hours I stand,
Feet sinking in shifting dunes,
Searching for lost monsoons.
Atlas; my burden:
To map the stars that
Fell from your
Eyes—
Dust.
_Ravi D
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Ravi D
I'm just a down to earth person who likes to write about events and things, usually inspired by people in my life.
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