The harsh winter sun burns my cheeks

the language of eyes and smiles is abandoned

The roads preferred  for that illusion of exit

Birds have left the cold evening alone

Inhuman stars blink in the crushing sky

lamps float in a serene pond

a little goat skips in Kali’s temple

like  innocence

 

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