Lavender
- Deepti Khaira
- Sep 22, 2017
- 1 min read
My soul is the over-washed tie dye
sweatshirt
slowly unwinding through its tired
threads.
It is the wick
waiting in the mauve wax, of my first
candle.
Burning most nights to the sounds of
surrounding solitude.
Held up by shelves,
overfilled with random albums and old
books, forgotten about.
Hopelessly relying on the rim of my
acrylic frames,
reassuring my limited sight of the
iridescent sky at night.
Watercolor painted with its dim clouds
and hidden stars.
Designed to be viewed vaguely by the
naked eye,
as if its visions I cannot grasp for my
future.
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