Pencil marks bite the sky
Silver eyebrows faintly bleeding
Lead thickens
And deepens
Poisoning the innocence
Of the cotton sky
Ink inundates
Fadeness fades
Blackness blackens
Shadows sharpen
Mystical handwriting tangles
The sky
The roused trees
The agitated shades
The bony fence
A mercury outline borders
Every border
Something is yet
To come.
- Naychi
2nd August 2018, a rainy day returning from Taw Win Centre with aunty Thida and kids
Yangon
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