My eyes leak

thoughts

I can’t quite

pin still.
The violin, tied

to the candle

lights,
plays with their

shadow
and they tingle

on the wall.
From the window

sill
of my heart ,

thoughts
I can’t quite

pin still,
utter sparks

—under which I try
to find shelter

from the dark.
And the violin, tied

to the candle light,

lies
there, like a suitcase

full of counting

stars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : Ava-rebekah RAHMAN