by Debasis Mukhopadhyay
The dawning birds over Subarnarekha river were rising to the summer sky.
Our empty bodies lay in bed awake to innocence. No refrain of kiss, no
rumble in flesh, no rattling silence anymore. Daybreak through the
windowpane as the birds started calling drowning out our bare love. No
hope, just a fog of fear, and a damp world of death. Then the riot of their
cries streaked through the feathered sky to become our dreams again.
[Featured]Digital Art Image Credit: and it is not our part here to take thought only for a season by J.A. Spahr-Summers. ©Copyright 2015, Jeffrey A. Spahr-Summers.
Snapping Twig – Summer – 2015
Vol: May 2015 thru Jul 2015