The trick is to keep looking

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In this cool café
Visible are just your eyes
Floating around the mosaic walls
In the mist of coffee steam.

Lost in the colored stones
You lose yourself — one by one
As you count the wriggling curves
Reaching the end, hollowed-out.

Last April you found a hole
Yawning in the abyss of your heart
& tried to fill it with autumn leaves
Now you drip the last remnants of

Your lost longings,
gazing at the colored walls.

Twitter @bibek_writes

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