Thursday, 30 May 2019

In the grey


I walked in the grey
Right after waking up.

In the unlate hours  
Passers-by were
Stolid effigies of fog.

It was too early to feel.
Stories were being woven.
Paths were being carved.

Whether my eyelids were close
Did not matter much. 

I walked in the grey of that day
Knowing full well the only light to be had
Was that which she would shine on me.

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