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” Morning blues” by Sheena Pillai Singh

The blank page
grinned
at my emptiness..
Tears fell
creating
bluish islands…
As my hand moved,
the page bled
hiding
white spots;
the remains of our love…
each droplet
fading away to gloom;
devoid of emotions..
I tried moving my hands,
and paint my mind
with spectrum of forgiveness
still all damp..
but you may touch
come,
mix my colors
and paint me red
Let’s plant a seed..
forgive our woes
in this garden of blues
away from the glare.

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