Dusk

As the dusk falls silently upon the eyelids of the horizon,  
Making way for the gentle night to tiptoe slowly into darkness
That is when the memory of your smile lulls me to a dream-like state,  
And that is when I awake.

Feet sinking softly into the heaviness of the sand,  
Only to shake off the depth and reimmerse again into the inviting abyss,  
That is how I immerse myself inside you
And I sink.
But I need to keep moving,  
To shake off the gravity of those delicate moments,
To find a firm ground, to leap and grab the dusk so that it never falls again.

- Rama Naicker, Chennai

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