silt

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http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/65204-silt/

 

cannot think
of
orange sunshines
caramel honeys
mustardy pollens

their
glassy inert looks
sweet flowing lies
far-blown away kisses

am one of those
thousand silty particle
tramped in your footmarks

fallen out of grace
still in search of that
one whole world you mean to me

the world accommodates
lot of (out)dated silts
only to be shed in time
after a short carry
in your grip, the shoe’s

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