The break of dawn
and I sit in my window,
watch the starlight fade.
It fades away in to the light,
mimics dues unpaid.
I am free behind this smoke,
hash burns slow.
I remember the dawn,
I opened my eyes,
to your afterglow.
The night, which now, plagues my days,
I wish for this morning to break.
I sit in my window and watch the light
and think of the smiles I’ve faked.
My life she screams by
as I; stop and stare.
Gives her breath
on days I die,
my accursed pair.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
let me know if you would like to submit this for BBOOK magazine
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