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19 August 2012

Us in these Days

The mask is
gradually slipping
from sainthood,
a shadow slowly moving
over wisdom

We are not
the people I thought
we were;
the days are not
the ones I thought
they would be

Hours are almost full,
fine waves of artistry
impregnate seconds of doubt
which empty itself
to give way to longing

© Sanchita C Text and Sketch