Morning after
Waking up to a morning that unremembers all the nights before. It must be special. The naivety of it, its numbed amnesia, a layer of unmoving clouds spread over it without purpose. Eye of good and evil closed, angels of stones, chairs of pauses. Sleeping God and Colorless flowers. Feet of the desert so close here to
Water.
Only water. Only blue water.
~
Vaishali Paliwal
