Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
Rough and long day. Here are all the things that I am grateful for: 1. Papa seems to be getting better. 2. Had safe trips to Vashi and bac...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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