Obscure

A storms a-brewing
abeam the coast

pieces of glass
cut heels, heal

rain drenched,
awakens a ghost

in shades of blue under skies anew
blood streaks and skins peel

thunder shatters
the silence of the lamps

Of glasses and rain
rug burns and cramps

An eve dawns
in rain-soaked afterglow

Vague.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

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