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[248] Broken Skies

The broken sky and
its false promises of respite
that some call rain
while some wait for it
to be called a storm

A diversion from the tedious blue
that only helps harshness
to brittle our sheltered bones

It breaks my little heart
to acknowledge the void of you
I was alright till now
I was okay till the grey sky arrived
to descend the blues of the sky
or maybe just blues of you

Rahul Gaur

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6 responses to “[248] Broken Skies”

  1. The broken sky and
    its false promises of respite
    that some call rain
    while some wait for it
    to be called a storm
    I just love the imagery you have penned in this verse.

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